Stacking Logs

Written for:  Poems of Garden Gnomes
“And so, this week marks another “end of Summer”.
But before we pay full homage to the Fall season, let us have one last fling – one last dance with this Summer.

I ask that you think of those moments, play your favorite summer song and dance (in poetic terms) in tribute to the last days of summer. And to keep you on point, include the idea of a “dance” and be use to include the word somewhere in your poem or title thereof. Summer goes so quickly, it seems. Give her one last go-around!”

In glow of September moon
two silhouettes dance
on cooled grains of sand
creating memories
like flickering orange
flames of a fireplace
that crackle in the face
of a white winter night.

(Come and join us gnomes in the garden, with Walt!)

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Stacking Logs

  1. MYRNA ZACH says:

    really lovely



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