Summer's End

Summer is an empty memory,
Autumn breezes in across the fields
With no more promise than its predecessor,
The wheat is golden and the leaves
Have turned their backs to me
As I ride the yellow line in the wrong direction

Days of silence behind me,
Where I chased sleep through lonely hours
Until I counted sunrises;
Where I laid my head on a mountain
And rested my weary soul
At the head of the lake;
Where Love evaded me,
Playing cat and mouse
At the end of a long thin wire,
And my eyes found solace
In unreachable dreams

These days have passed me by
And though my heart tugs at my backbone, 
Reaching behind me,
Far beyond where I have been,
I continue to ride
In the direction of the wind
And the road ahead of me is long, 
And empty.



Janet Reid
august 2008





    
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Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ September 6, 2008