Thursday, October 8, 2020

GROWTH - by Jane Tyson Clement

 


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GROWTH

by  Jane Tyson Clement



At what instant does the summer change ?
What subtle chemistry of air
and sunlight on the clean and windsmooth sand ?
The small birds at the water’s edge –
yesterday they were not there.
So suddenly the magic door is shut,
the trio suddenly is done,
the clasped hands inexplicably apart;
however dear, however bright,
the road we traveled on is gone.