The Web Poetry Corner - Hay Machine - Fifty Something
Fifty Something
by
Hay Machine
Red fuschia hanging still abundant
fog dripping in the light-strained wet
the hedgerows all around by Ventry
spelling end of Summertime
but not quite yet
Aware that Summertime has got to yield
while Winter patiently awaits on greying strands
but not far now the last of fuschia's days
memories and treasures from a youthful past
retraced in life's lonesome and immortal ways