a summer to remember

 

smoke char

bracken blackened

bleach

and shadowed

sun beats down

a summer to remember 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the last ray

 

 

real gone

 

 

an early morning walk

in the early morning sun

in an early morning village

in an early morning world

 

and the sky is warm and high

and the grass has grown fast

and the sun is shining brightly

on a day that's green-cut cast

 

the field is cut

the hay is baled

and soon it goes from view

a memory as time flows past

of where the grass once grew.

 

 

 

 

   

aurora

 

 

i am aurora

the sun god

 

the light pours out from me

scything apart

the dark 

 

i am aurara

the night-swimmer

emerging from the black

 

i am aurara

i am the dawn

and 

i 

have

come

for

you

 

 

 

setting sun