how like waves
the days rise and rush,
fold and founder,
in this quieter collapse
of perceived shores
those hours I shooed
and shushed,
now distant as gulls
whose calls sound
time’s dying,
find placid flight
along the cooler drifts
of our remembrance
I trail you behind
like summer
at September’s end
© Sarah Whiteley
Quite beautiful…really like the opening lines of the poem..sets the tone for it.
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Very thoughtful.
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Those last three lines are golden. Like it.
Pearl
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“I trail you behind
like summer
at September’s end”
Beautiful end to a beautiful poem. 🙂
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Thank you, Val!
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