Summer, Past

It’s raining today.  The air is cool, not yet cold.  Leaves are turning, tops tinged crimson, waiting for the blush of deep Autumn.  And I’m thinking of summer: the tepid, glassy waters of Desolation Sound:

The childish antics of young-adult children:

Precious time spent together as a family (like the days of old…)

Still waters that run both deep and shallow, cherished all the same.

~ by rfgainey on October 6, 2008.

3 Responses to “Summer, Past”

  1. Hello,
    My name is john munonye you can view my poem on
    I’m a poet and a Novel writer, I hope we can be friends and share some knowledge together.

  2. Love Desolation sound!

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