Sunday, August 25, 2013

Edges


The waning day moon
cruised across the breathless sky,
the air caught in that magic freshness —
sun warmed coolness —
drawing all breath to its attention.
Then clouds converged
along the bounds of summer
and rain came down to wash us
towards the edge of fall.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 25, 2013


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