Last Summer Morning- 9/22/24

[Mark A Becker]

Last Summer Morning- 9/22/24

I set an alarm for 8:43am
to make sure I knew
when the change came.

I’ll blow out my candles
tomorrow, and wish
things were different.

I imagine falling
leaves as days
we spent together,

some so colorful
yet all so fragile.
I pick up one fallen

red maple leaf,
watch sunlight blazing
through its veins-

I say your name; realize
leaves are falling for you
for the last time.

[dukealien]

One has the sense that this bids a bittersweet farewell to some other entity than (as well as?) a season.

The fragility of good memories is a somber thought. Nice poem.

[Mark A Becker]

One has the sense that this bids a bittersweet farewell to some other entity than (as well as?) a season.

Well duke,
Just as the season changed, I turned 70, and now I'm about to lose another brother. It'll be the third Becker Boy down, with four more to go. Our only sister gone for nearly forty years now. Such is the nature of life- for everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.
Still, I remain fascinated by it all.
... Mark

[Bunx]

Sorry to hear about your loss Mark. Sending you my best.
Beautiful poem