Nostalgia for summers lost
August on the wane
fall nibbles at its warmth
on the radio a haunting melody
of shipwrecks and disasters
behind me hazy outlines
lazy days of beer and sunshine
faded photos, faces meld as one
on the outskirts of the city
geometry of campus skyline
impersonal space, hard edges, logic
wipe my mind clean
“You can’t hide your true colours as you reach the autumn of your life.” True.
“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke
Most people are not as balanced as that rock. 🙂
Wow! Nice photo and beautiful poem.
Absolutely beautiful!
Very touching. All together very nostalgic. Thank you.