Saturday, August 8, 2020

Seasons




Seasons

Frail days of summer,
descend uneasy skies,
whispers to the mountains,
their long farewell, goodbye.

Valley’s merge in twilight,
impressions gather clouds,
sigils of the mourning,
bathed in crimson shrouds.

Forests cast their shadows,
for summer they do weep,
while frosty air bites the wind,
as tree’s nod off to sleep.

Autumn brims its sadness,
in hurry and by strife,
raining leaves upon the ground,
with fading signs of life.

Memories gather moments,
where smiles forever gaze,
frozen in their seasons,
that time has tucked away.
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Inspired by the melancholy trends of the changing seasons, a photo I took in 2006 one early morning in Ayes Cliff Quebec and a brilliant composition by John Sokoloff called “Valleys”




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