This poem is an oldie, so it was lovely news to learn that Phoebe had published it on her blog today. It’s a poem of changing seasons, perhaps well suited to this time of year:
The song of Summer’s ending
Lament to lost enchanted days
Sings in the early autumn winds
And rustling leaves born on the breeze
And echoes through the avenues
Of the early turning trees.
Read the rest at phoebemd.com. It’s a great site featuring many wonderful poets: many of which I’m not familiar with from elsewhere in the Blogosphere.
I’m not doing very well with my week off, am I? Perhaps I really am a workaholic…