thecourseofourseasons

Observations from the Garden

Summers Ebb

Posted on August 30, 2015 by The Course of Our Seasons

The sharp retort of the jays cries
strike the air,
his grief too much for the cedars to bear.
What greater woe is there
than summers ebb?
Yellowing leaves, spent and melancholy,
rain down
as though weeping,
for their passing will soon be forgotten
in winters bare and spare air.
The elegies of wing and wind-
the sighing trees sorrow
in the mourning doves song
of summers passing.

4 thoughts on “Summers Ebb”

lynn__ on September 10, 2015 at 2:10 pm said:

Ah, this mournful dirge for the passing of a sweet season…sigh

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Björn Rudberg (brudberg) on September 10, 2015 at 2:09 am said:

There is such lament in the autumn’s morning.. it feels like days are squeezed between the jaws of dusk and dawn..

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Sherry Blue Sky on August 30, 2015 at 9:05 pm said:

Such a beautiful elegy for summer’s passing. I especially love “the elegies of wing and wind, the sighing trees sorrow”. Beautiful.

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Grace on August 30, 2015 at 2:31 pm said:

I actually dread the coming days as summer is my favorite season ~

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