Daily Poem – 11/25/2020

All that’s left of summer

The memory of vibrant blooms

Glorious colors rising up from the greens

Warm breezes

Cool rains

Those chattering flocks of birds

Curtailed trips and

Cancelled plans

Letting go of aspirations

I had such plans

To travel to forests and explore

The dappled sunlight in shadowed spaces

To stand on the shores of lakes and streams

We fell instead into stasis

Uncomfortable stillness in manmade boxes

Would you meet me there in the woods

To stand within a cathedral of trees

Listening to the hum of creation

A bumble

A birdcall

The music of air through the leaves

Someday

Someday when summer arrives

Again

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