It is August and it seems I’ve just reached the peak of summer and it is time to turn around and go back down…..down into the valley. These poems have been growing words in my mind the way a vine produces grapes, in bunches. Now it is harvest time:
Soon
The door’s ajar,
drawers are open,
jeans and bras, everything
lies strewn about the floor.
Faded pictures of family and friends
are stacked on the desk;
posters of youthful pop stars
stare from corner walls.
A voice beckons from outside,
footsteps sound and recede,
the door slams.
The gust shifts the curtains and
light reveals dust in motion.
Stillness then,
but a scent of dry leaves lingers.
Summer packed her bags today, she’s leaving town…..soon.
…….
August
She stands with eyes closed,
cupping the flamboyant rose to her nose.
The leaves in the treetops
shiver and shimmer
with a light breeze.
Blackberries hang like ornaments.
She plucks one of the glimmering bulbous jewels into her mouth,
and juice drips from her fingers.
Walking back to the house,
dry grass crunches underfoot
and dust settles in the sweat at the back of her knees.
A yellow leaf sails gently to the path before her.
….
wake up and write 
August 28th, 2012 at 6:48 am
Hard to say goodbye. I don’t know if this is the first time, but thinking of you, Amelia. The poems are lovely visions of this time. I like that 2nd stanza of ‘Soon’, can picture it so well.
August 29th, 2012 at 5:30 am
Your first poem brought tears to my eyes. I was thinking of your child leaving home, maybe leaving for college. Then at the end you said Summer packed her bags today — I thought that you meant the season, and then I thought it may be a daughter named Summer. Very bold and vivid.
In the second poem, strong images as well. In the 7th line, I “tripped” on –
“glimmering bulbous”
The photographs were so strong. Love the images with the poems. Beautiful.
August 29th, 2012 at 5:18 pm
@Pamela – yes, the poem “Soon” was inspired by memories of a daughter packing for college but it seems that the season of summer has been packing too as I see leaves, seeds, berries, faded blossoms littering the path near me.
August 29th, 2012 at 5:18 pm
The image of the leaf sailing down at the end of this last poem… So powerful. Really enjoyed your images as well.
September 3rd, 2012 at 9:33 pm
As always your words have so many meanings. Your metaphors linger in my mind as I reflect on the things you see with both your eyes and your heart.