Time And Tide.

 

Summer sail’s are set to autumn

chart a course to darker seas,

as golden kisses greet the earth

summer’s joy is set to leave.

Storm clouds close horizons eye,

draw limped depths in blinded

wave, there drift distraught

from sheltered havens, leap

to winter’s bleak conclusions.

 

 

© sweetwater 2020
critique and comments welcome.
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Kipper

Hello Sue.
Very timely and evokes the changing seasons. A different style too I notice
You always produce a nice read.
(Not gone away completely) Michael

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