The Last Of The Summer Wine Poem by Richard Theze
The Last Of The Summer Wine
The Last of the Summer Wine
Through fallen leaves thick with the foreshadowing
Of times colder,
The crisp, crackle of feet amidst the unleaving
Of a newly-found, coarse-cobbled autumn grove -
No time to mourn, but to turn, like the Byrds,
(This being just another season)
To take stock, perhaps, and anticipate, keenly,
Day’s approaching end,
Not to cry because summer’s over,
But to smile that it happened
And to cherish the promise of the fire’s warmth,
The homely smell of smoked wood,
Well-brewed beer, a full bookshelf
And the light of a lamp admitted
To lengthen the day …
the promise Of the fire’s warmth, The homely smell Of smoked wood, Well-brewed beer, A full bookshelf And lamp light admitted To lengthen the day... great and wonderful details .. sommer days, autumn and then winter enters. so well portrayed. thank you. tony
Amazing portrayal of the atmosphere coupled with the graphic details of the scene make it a treat to the reader. The concluding lines are sheer magic: The homely smell / Of smoked wood / Well-brewed beer / A full bookshelf
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5/7/2024 11:33:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Not cry because summer's over But smile that it happened ...a full bookshelf And there's of a good Autumn!