End of summer 2018...

I don't blog much any more. Oh, I still have thoughts, ideas, infatuations and screams, but I either keep them close or share in small dribs and drabs. To be honest I sometimes even forget what my blog was for. Well, it's still all about me, a record of me that if anyone wants is there for them. I hope it's my grandsons or my friends or anyone that knew me but not as well as I may have wanted, but strangers will be fine, anyone will be fine.

I'll try harder maybe. But in the meantime, I like this, so here it is.

The Autumn seems to have arrived unannounced, tumbling the crows and turning me to words once more. These are the fading days, the days of bittersweet ripeness, of papered petal roses and dreams. This is the place where Summer ends and Autumn begins with a dash rather than a full stop.

A Summer

The switch is flicked
And with that click
Summer is off
Autumn is on
Mist inrolling
Swallows gone
Land grips heat
Earth cooling each day
Dreaming the passion
Hot thrusts in May
And so the earth cycles
Time turns to sleep
Blankets are tucked
Thrown in a heap
Distant orderly conduct
Dreams thickly knee-deep
With pillows all plumped
White feathered replete
Soft reminders
To bind us
Time for a dream
Waking days passed
And that’s the scheme
A wilderness of winter
Time of deep dark
Comfort comfits coffins
So soon to embark
And what is not to love
In passing of time
Each moment a miracle
Each instant sublime
Time time time
Each second divine
That is the message
The nub of my rhyme
Time time time
Gentlemen please
Drink deep
Seasons pass
It's all in the scheme.