Calendar By John Updike
Toward August's end,
a hard night rain;
and the lawn littered
with leaves again.
.
How the seasons blend!
So seeming still,
Summer is fettered
to a solar will
.
which never rests.
The slanting ray
ignites migration
within the jay
.
and plans for nests
are hatching when
the northern nation
looks white to men.
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16 comments:
Happy Spring.
smiling feature.
dreamy imagery.
charming words and images.
remarkable poetry.
wonderful images and words.
incredible.
sweet.
wow.
interesting mix of everything.
smart move.
hopeful notes, well penned.
fancy and colorful.
fancy post.
smart poetry.
deep and inspiring words.
love the metaphor.
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