Last Day of Summer
Arrived, departed,
Noted only in passing
By a tv blurb and
A mention in a horoscope.
My heart walked right into it.
Gave it full attention.
Immersed itself in the implications.
Sat, with tea, in the sun,
Watching the trees flutter,
Seeing the ants scurry,
Watching the dogs sniff out
The portents only they get and
We guess at.
Autumn’s arrival was noted
With due melancholy,
As if scripted, and I wondered
How long I had played that song?
Pored over each note,
Looking at the music but
Forgetting to play it...
copyright Anne 2009
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