Summer Passing

Another poem from my dim and distant past; this one has a theme not quite in accordance with the time of year in which it was written.




Summer Passing - 26 Jul 76

Time pass. The summer days slip
In orchestrated simple melodies
Cascading floral emblematic themes
Symphonic echoes of a distant place.
Now southward fly the geese.
In arrow formation, melancholy cry,
Away from the louring grey, fly
Mourning has come again, enshrouding snow.





I cannot believe that I have been writing poetry for over thirty years - makes me feel really ancient.