THE LAST OF SUMMER SHEDDINGS:

With the last pebble, over warm ripples skimmed,

As the tickled skin of Old River, shivers in the wind,

With the last petal dropping, from dying dried bloom,

At soft gentle coaxing, from ebbing of ancient moon.

 

With last trickling of sweat, upon ardent milky breast,

The hot passions of love abate & are finally put to rest,

It´s the time of imminent sleeping & silent saline ebbings,

When autumn calls to roots, their time of sleepy beddings.

 

With the last of summer leaf, in the farewell breezes lifting,

As migrating bird´s last feather, away in skies, goes drifting,

And with the last of golden skin & dappled sunshine shone,

Summer, before we know it, has disappeared & sadly gone.