Summer’s End

END OF SUMMER

For that a great weariness has come upon me
Here in the remaining day of summer–
And the overgrown yard a stagnant mood,
Under the boughs the apples rotting,
And the fading grasses forgotten of cutting–
Suffer me to wag the tongue a little.
Even as leans on the fainting evening the foliage withering,
I am touched with a song of brown and of shadows,
And of colors lingering. And I passed before a house of vines
To hear a myriad of birds therein
Crying, crying.

Mark Turbyfill

 

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