Sep 21, 2010

End Of Summer

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Embers

Poor summer, it doesn't know it's dying.
A few days are all it has. Still, the lake
is with me, its strokes of blue-violet
and the fiery sun replacing loneliness.
I feel like an animal that has found a place.
This is my burrow, my nest, my attempt
to say, I exist. A rose can't shut itself
and be a bud again. It's a malady,
wanting it. On the shore, the moon sprinkles
light over everything, like a campfire,
and in the green-black night, the tall pines
hold their arms out as God held His arms
out to say that He was lonely and that
He was making Himself a man.
--Henri Cole

7 Passengers in the Car:

Steve Gravano said...

Beautiful post.

Brian Miller said...

wonderful verse...esp the part about a rose not shutting itself again...that part struck me...

Bossy Betty said...

Love the images here!

Magpie said...

Just wish the summer would really go away.

Diane AZ said...

Cool image and poem. Not only are some barrel cacti still blooming here, but Tucson is starting fall with cool temps and rain!

I sincerely hope your hot summer weather ends soon. :)

Kathy said...

Beautiful poem but I think we've all (us Zonies at least) had enough of summer this year. 111 on Sunday? Come on! Enough already!

*Simply Colette* said...

Thanks SO much for all your sweet comments, and joining the Pay it Forward Party!! Your photo is great I'm posting one later today on the same note ;) Have a great day!