Monday, September 18, 2017

First Hints

First Hints

Are we too, to be blown into Fall?
This quiet transformation from a summer,
Of heat and relief patented across,
Weeks in succession.

New mornings taking longer to appear,
Almost tranquil, limpid of light,
As the grip of summer,
Teasing in its reluctance, relinquishes its might.

Great winds surge across the South.
As we sit in park’s dappled light,
Children play, shrill their voices, below
The leaves above that soon will fall.

peter radley


Anonymous said...

Fall is the best. Especially in NYC :)

catherine marcuccio said...

Paints the essence of fall with poetry