I still think it is good reading
Clearer like you just opened a window
david
Sue Scalf wrote:
> Balm
>
> Cicadas mourn in rasping vibratos
> from tree to tree, while leaf by leaf
> the summer is interred in gold.
>
> The apple on the limb will fall
> and even suns go out. Autumn's
> sharpest pang will pierce
>
> someone else, and other lips
> will sing and kiss and pout,
> know the stain of love lived
>
> past death and gone. This leaf
> finely veined, laced with light,
> will not come again
>
> though others may. In shadows
> seeds lie dormant for a while
> to live or never live at all.
>
> Sulphur butterflies spiral
> in endless dance; bees delve deep,
> drinking autumn wine.
>
> Lethe. Opiate. Balm of desire
> to forget our summer ended
> in pain and fire.
>
> Sue Scalf
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