Most of the summer’s bedrooms now are empty;
\nstealthy ocher claims the neighbour trees:
\nevening’s amber skies complete the picture
\nin silence quite impossible before.<\/p>\n
The screen doors used to slam too loud too often;
\nnow insufficient are the outs and and ins:
\nthe toys that filled all passage now are silent,
\nand silence makes these beauties seem obscene.<\/p>\n
I wish the end of summer the beginning,
\nbut lived for wishes push our lives away:
\nso I must take from this the precious instants
\nand of them make a dream, the cold to stay.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
After everyone leaves the summer cottage, the silence can be paralyzing. (#932) Continue reading