Wednesday, October 7, 2015

On the Shore

On the Shore
Red and gold sassafras
Slender green tasseled grass
And the lake waves say...

“too soon, too soon.”
White mares’ tails streak blue skies
sea gulls slide and slip in air
trembling shadows on the sand
whisper but I can hear “too soon, too soon
this day will end too soon.” 
 --Barbara Spring

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