Thursday, September 16, 2010

September Skies



One could wish
for a soul's passing
no finer flight
than this:
a blaze of soft color
across the sky
that flares
in one last burst
of glory,
then softly
fades
away.

1 comment:

  1. An unlifting poem about endings,Sherry! I love the parallel between the passing of a life spirit and the changing of the seasons, each with its final blast of glory...very apt. That wonderful photo illustrates it beautifully...:)

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