Alla inlägg under augusti 2012
Det var ett par år sedan jag skrev det här, men jag tycker fortfarande (ingen falsk blygsamhet här, inte) att det är bland det bästa jag skrivit, och då det börjar kännas att nättrena inte är sommarvarma längre kan det vara värt att lägga upp igen.
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Summers´ End;
winds that bite, no longer soothing
a frailty of leaves and hearts;
both now red,
no longer sheltered by warmth
but exposed,
fragile.
Summers´ End;
the final harvest, the final sun
a ripening of fruit and feelings;
both now precious,
no longer to be left untroubled
but valued,
refined.
Summers´ End;
the days go by, the nights walk slowly
a darkening of sky and senses;
both now terrible
but also hiding their treasures
not feared,
enjoyed.
Summers´ End;
Tea-time for the soul.
We are all broken goods
- jagged edges, cracked windows
faded paint and rusty nails
looking for someone
with a mind for fixing
a love for building
and a passion for the trash ones.
Someone who
- while not put off by our distress
would in a heartbeat
or just by their heartbeat
next to ours
rebuild us.
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