poems


Feb. 25, 2025

Now Summer Is Gone

Now summer is gone. And might never have been. In the sunshine it’s warm. But there has to be more. It all came to pass, All fell into my hands Like a five-petalled leaf, But there has to be more. Nothing evil was lost, Nothing good was in vain, All ablaze with clear light But there has to be more. Life gathered me up Safe under its wing, My luck always held,