Friday, August 19, 2011

Don't Talk To Me Of Autumn.











summer, still. 




evening looms 
on the season,


yet time is lost 
on emerging 
desire. 




Poem ©2011 R. Burnett Baker 
Photo©2011 R. Burnett Baker 
Photo taken by R. Baker, Shepherd, Texas 2011. 
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5 comments:

  1. LiAugust 19, 2011 at 7:58 AM

    I like this - I've never learned to look forward to/appreciate autumn as I should because I dread the winter so much.

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  2. JJ Roa RodriguezAugust 19, 2011 at 9:09 AM

    you are right Rick! actually just thinking that August is the last month of summer makes me sad already.

    nice one. and great picture too...

    JJRod'z

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  3. SuzAugust 19, 2011 at 9:54 AM

    summer...still
    oh yes,
    it is still summer!
    and summer nights are the best
    still...stillness..the sounds, the heat, the texture of the air...the bugs singing all around you....who wants to rush this away
    yes, the days are getting shorter...
    but that is part of it....melancholy days
    of summer slipping away
    ah...like a good wine enjoyed
    great poem....you said it all in fewer words!

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  4. Tess KincaidAugust 19, 2011 at 7:29 PM

    I am counting the days till October...

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  5. Vicki LaneAugust 21, 2011 at 5:56 PM

    Still and all, it's a lovely picture and poem!

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