Last Day Of Summer Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

As I traveled, my senses let go
Suddenly, I came to a complete stop
A golden maple tree had overflowed
prying open it's tightly secured lid
and spilling unbelievable radiance below
covering the emerald blades of grass;
a vibrant carpet that unassumingly grows

The last day of our summer slows
drifting softly upon my consciousness...
A realization that the brilliant glow
of Indian Summer is inevitably departing
Reminding me to absorb the flow
like a blotter… holding shapes and hues
within a soul soon to be blanketed in snow

A sting of sadness grows and stays…
I find that my wishes are not in command
I am blinded by the golden rays that amaze...
Collecting memories as coins to be treasured,
long dark shadows follow a glorious blaze
Preserving embers… never totaling dying;
ready to ignite and renew warm spring days