Finally, Summer has played an ending tune. A fine murmuring prayer. Syrupy sweet -were the dreams collapsing into rivers, there are salty streams from which I’ve swim. Its waters are tingling cold.
Dressed in buttered -moons a lingering haze to remember life patterning’-tin, the cicadas are buzzing, the green forest is pressing the nightfall to join in… soon hope will return a faith upon the land. A sound of refreshing… a heart full.. that we may know life again… ~Krissy Mosley (image by Pixabay.com
A Poet's Vision 
Buttered-moons! Noms. 🙂
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thank you 🙂
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When I lived in a seasonal climate, this was indeed a bittersweet time. It was sad to see the warmth and energy of sun dissipating, but good to know that the colors of Fall were on their way.
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yes indeed 🙂
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