The In Between
When first comes shift of Summer’s light,
to softer hues and hazy views,
while midnight’s face grows clear and bright
its eyes aglow, that watching know
Thus when with glee and childlike, free
we squeal and squirm like earthy worms
exposed and bare as the naked tree-
Days of warm and golden treasure
turn to crimson fire-the heart’s desire
to swim in Nature’s pleasure
as she fades..
To pause the needle on the clay
as it spins a life away
and revel in the vast array
of Autumn’s finery.
Noses tingle from the strange mingle
of chill and smoky musk,
the fireflies lighting dusk
like tiny lanterns.
The heart pleads,
as even raking leaves
seems not so much a chore
as child’s play on such a day.
Lean on the handle, close your eyes
and imagine flying on a broom
across the moon!
To dissuade the cruel hand
that will paint the ever-land
a barren canvas white and brown.
Nature’s mask of death,
that on the air shall cast its breath
in frozen efigy.
Can we stay for just awhile
in the land of grins and giggles,
pumpkins, apples, pies and wriggles?
Let Winter wait in dreams, alone
for it chills me to
the very bone!
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