Ghost of Summer Past parades
on incongruous stage, rays
reflecting a sunshine lost
in folds, memory’s purse set
aside for special purchase;
it dances, floats, levitates,
takes a bow as warmer days
fall, moaning, into the crypt.
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Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
‘Ghost of summer past parades,’ I love the opening, it’s sad that summer has gone to sleep and winter is awake! I love this poem dear friend!! 🙂
Thank you so much. It’s hard to think about winter coming up – but good to remember how much beauty is even here, in the places between the changing.
memory’s purse set aside for special purchase… wonderful, Melody!
I was rather happy with that one. 🙂 Thanks Pam!
I know the feeling…
🙂
🙂 How are you, Rosy?
Ok – but – been pretty busy on weekdays. The school year started – school schedules changed & new schedules for after school activities too. Work schedule changed slightly also due to school schedule. So- I go in earlier. Sometimes I’m still half asleep – LOL
I really need to start going to bed earlier. Hubby & I split duties – but – still. Weekends are nice for now. Once hockey games start – that will be busy too. But – I like going to the hockey games.
How goes it with you?
SUPER busy. Work demanding but satisfying – just leaving me with very little time to write or catch up on my regular blogging folks. *sigh* I’ve had to push up my bedtime, too! 😉