August Light

Yellow falling down August
sunlight slides towards September clarity
across sandy strands
and golden poppy strewn
cornfields
humming with combines

I stretch my yearning to fly away
before the birdstorms of leaves
stripped naked
return to earth

to wander sanyasi
discovering
what makes the air bite
the line
between light and death
of years.


Italianate September sun
will splash
I will wear a white suit
and a straw hat
while my hair is still
black

and

somewhere between
the third
and fourth
bottle of chianti

while

sitting alone in a renaissance city piazza
watching you not looking

or on some Adriatic peninsula
while you paddle
at the edge
of blue twinkling seas


with no fuss and much dignity

my summer

will
drift
away
unnoticed.




Poetry by Erased
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Written on 2005-10-01 at 15:24

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and here it is october. damn.
2005-10-01


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
nice - full of the colours of life. october graces us now, with its promise of the cold to come soon. humming combines, i always think of that song, i've got a brand new combine harvester and i'll give you the key lol aye with leaves, soon they'll be kicked by feet strolling, the birds will peck bare branches. spiritual ponderings will pop reality, the crisp air looking for scarves to flap. black hair still, too late that for me, though i never had black hair to begin with, but now this brown hair is getting speckled with age. damn! i still feel like i am two. though if that was truly the case, no wine for me :o i'm 21 honest guv. summer's over now, 'till the next brief appearance.
2005-10-01