Friday, 1 September 2017

Late Summer's Promise

Unblinking as Cattail
on moonless August nights
Leopard Frog on roadside freezes
While crickets chirp 
nightfall
knead summer's
fading golds and magentas 
into autumn.

Promise me in days to come you will pick blackberries, sweet and succulent,
hang bouquets of cloud white Pearly Everlasting
to dry for winter wreaths.

Do promise me.

Bear witness to it as only you can.
The only true certainty is change.

In warmth,
Jill

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