Karen Dennison

Poet and artist


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Losing Summer

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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