the air hangs heavy with waiting
leaves trembling at their edges
sunlight no longer burns but lingers
a soft whisper across tired skin
days stretch wide but feel hollow
the best of summer now fading
its warmth drips between fingers
fall peeks but does not speak
we ache for what we can't touch
the golden haze of something ending
our hearts not yet ready for change
but the earth keeps turning quiet
this odd uneven breathing time
where past and future collide gently
teaching us to hold the present tight
to love the space between becoming
-
Author:
gray0328 (
Offline) - Published: September 22nd, 2025 10:51
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 14
- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett
Offline)
Comments1
Very lovely lines and images fill this poem. A fave
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.