Epilogue of all Summers


8

The grass looks extra green
it’s May, singing cuckoo summer drawing
this is as good as it’s going to get
you say with your head on the pillow

I agree, chance has leapt
straight for serendipity
talk about being right on!
and the wild-eyed skies are

searching frantically for mythical stars
in the weaving of galaxies
try to make something good and new and true
lie a long time still, “I slept through the night”

till tomorrow turns into forever, you might add
the clouds look extra white
it’s August, the place is a wreck
only a soulful smile teases on

proud as a peacock of Earth
we sit in silence together
enjoying the passing of the seasons
the only drama being our admission of peace
the root harmony returning to her source.

Photography Credits: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Camargue-396718724