Summer Evening

Tired leaves and
tarnished grass,

Geese mourning
the sun,

The tide of summer
slipping into night.

When will I see your
perfect light again?

How can I forget your
inescapable bones?

Michael James Fitzgerald

rozylass August 6, 2017 / 8:50 am

Thanks for sharing your gift with words.

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