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| Goldenrod |
The light in September!
As if She were a lover,
tender fingers on the lover’s soft cheek,
as if for one last time,
as if tomorrow were goodbye,
the Sun floods the leaves bountifully
with September light.
Still green, the leaves turn to Her, adoring,
knowing this day will never come again.
September, the last hummingbirds drink and drink
for their impossibly long flight.
So quiet! but all is changing,
transforming, metamorphosing,
intimations of new colors to come.
September light is a radiance,
a golden honey, still warm in the hive,
pleading, admonishing, “Turn your faces to me!”
knowing soon we will drop
to the ground.
Annelinde Metzner
September 19, 2015
So much peace packed into this gem. When I say it aloud, the peace flows like honey into my being. thank you.
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