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| Summer's Last Song I am the pause, the blush, On love letter's last line, Lingering . . . like the scent of soap After fresh shower. I am a late shadow in the sunset, Growing taller, Summer's last song . . . singing In evening breeze. I am the aroma of fir needles, In Indian Summer forest, The breath . . . behind butterfly wing, Clinging delicately in autumn sun. I am a late rose, A sparkling diamond, Trembling . . . tempting, In Fall's first frost. I am measured in a heartbeat. I am . . . Sheryl Hamilton Chaney |
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| Snapshot I am a walnut tree In yellow raincoat. Eyes wide open, Rain drops dancing— Dancing in autumn colors. Watching my beauty fade, I shiver--- Now leaves on the ground. A lonely bird flits From one tree to the next. Calling . . . Catching me off guard. Rekindling forgotten passion. For a moment warmth returns. I whirl in a new green skirt. Ignoring the thick carpet The clock ticks on, And the warmth is leaving. I shiver--- My arms surround me, Bare tree limbs in the wind. Sheryl Hamilton Chaney |