Recalculation

Most of the summer’s bedrooms now are empty;
stealthy ocher claims the neighbour trees:
evening’s amber skies complete the picture
in silence quite impossible before.

The screen doors used to slam too loud too often;
now insufficient are the outs and and ins:
the toys that filled all passage now are silent,
and silence makes these beauties seem obscene.

I wish the end of summer the beginning,
but lived for wishes push our lives away:
so I must take from this the precious instants
and of them make a dream, the cold to stay.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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