Losing Summer
Loss sleeps on the lawn, curls
on the wicker chair, creeps
across sunlit grass,
scatters a buttercup path,
a loosely-woven
chain of thoughts;
leads to a place
where memories are filtered
as if through glass.
White clematis drowse, droop
like handkerchiefs. Heat
sedates grief, drips
on the agave leaves
that shadow-spike
the flagstone;
silvers the patio with trails,
sinks in moss. Sky swims,
aches with loss.
Karen Dennison
Published in Poetry Salzburg Review, No.29
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