gone are the birds that were our summer guests…

looking legsThe crickets are raucous; wild for a reason, I guess.
The wind feels like… courage.
(Like that, only simpler.)
The fire pit smoulders; my hair smells of ash.
Tonite.
A season comes to pass framed by silky memories
and eventual, hopeful strains for some near-distant night.
You. Me. This.
We spread ourselves wide to the horizon that cradles our future –
the velvet expanse of our yet-to-be-known.
Awash in the restlessness of almost-goneness
I wish I had more time
grateful I can leave some of all that was behind.
A fruition of time that on this eve
blossoms and wilts.

Leaving is bittersweet.
It always is.
L

– Lola Moi –

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2 Responses to “gone are the birds that were our summer guests…”

  1. Mrs Fever August 31, 2013 at 11:34 pm #

    My ‘Like’ button is not cooperating.

    This is me, liking.

    And: Nice legs, Lola. 😉

    • lolamoi September 5, 2013 at 4:58 pm #

      I’m glad you like and am grateful you took the time to tell me, Mrs. Fever. And: thank you – these legs of mine sure are missing the freedom of summer and sun. 🙂

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