Photo Friday (#16)
|August 31, 2012||Posted by ameliaps under photo Friday, photography, photos, poetry|
Cicadas are silent again,
as people are louder than ever…
at the end of a hot August,
the umbrellas closing down,
the schools back in business,
the extra-ordinary receding for the ordinary,
the rains timidly starting, yet seeping into our bones already,
the hurricanes doing what they do best: destroying.
There is a sense of ending,
an infinite longing
- as we are left with a sea-urchin skeleton and dried seaweeds from the ocean -
a longing for freedom, open hearts, longer days, gone days, chins juiced by peaches.
Hoping the fall harbors peace, predictability, the warmth of home,
and a romantic luggage of memories to savor with a steaming cup of tea.
Who am I fooling? I am missing you already, season of salted tomatoes, beech-tree shadow, deep blue waters…
- the metallic winter is already chilling my horizon’s rim and not-so-bare-feet -
but, we’ll meet again… so long, summer.
Pics are from the last summer days. Enjoy a long week-end.