cicada songstress singes in the eaves
alone, a sad sigh she heaves.
stones break the reflective surface of a pond,
a kaleidoscope, the last marvel of summer.
the bright sun's valiant shine now lost,
the atmosphere hinting winter frost.
golden summer slips away,
now those glories are a past day.
cicada songstress, feeble and sad.
chirping farewells, goodbyes to be had.
within those sunsetting summer leaves,
cicada songstress, under the sun a sigh heaves.
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Author:
my-name-isnt -philip (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My poem is an ode to the end of summer, or in perspective, memories and happiness. This is my second poem, and I look forward to writing more. Much love.
- Category: Nature
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