summer’s end: letting go

air ripe
with dragonfly
and pugnacious
blossom scent;
sun
rains
fiercely
upon my skin;

like the torch
borne for love
recently
departed:
not so gentle
will Summer
slip
into
Winter’s dark,
calming night.

Published by nomisyar

I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus. View all posts by nomisyar

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