October is emptying its pockets
and finding only shrapnel.
Colder breezes are like punctuation
after breathy sentences of summer.
'Summer Goodbye'* on descant recorder
and a little girl giving it her all
in the drawing room
for Grandma:
a haste of in-drawn air
between each short phrase,
bringing happy May lungs
and February's saw of emphysema
into the same frame.
The hedge extends another small sample of bramble;
but they are tart, though black as they go;
and my eyes still smart from last night's drops.
Roll along grey clouds on the high cold airs up there
until we have another window on the sun.
Oh, we could all do with more.
....................
The song I refer to uses the five notes g to c
(spacing gives some idea of rhythm).
It goes:
e e d c
'Summer, goodbye.
e e d c
Summer, goodbye.
e f g g f e f
Roses their petals shed,
d e f f e d e
apples are turning red.
e e f g
Summer goodbye,
e e d c
Summer, Goodbye.'
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Under The Wings
Poetry.Under the Wings of the Egyptian and world-wide respected Goddess, Isis. Poems of Nature, Inner Resonance and Mythology.
