Gone the Languid Summer, a poem

They’re here
Mystical, whispers of
All Souls and
All Saints

Mischievous winds
banging on deck doors,
grabbing my hat away,
juggling golden leaves
with invisible hands

Baking days,
mahmoul and baklava
Scent of rosemary
and roasted lamb

Bed linens, cold
Circulating memories
Early sunsets,
hot chocolate nights

Gone the heat,
the languid summer
To each season
its reason and joy

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slpmartin says:

September 25, 2017 at 9:18 am

What a wonderful verse to start my week….love it!

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1. Jamie Dedes says:
  
  September 25, 2017 at 9:23 am
  
  Thank you, Charlie! Hope life is trating you well and that this is a good week for you.
  
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Renee Espriu says:

September 25, 2017 at 9:06 am

You have such a way with words, Jamie. I quite like this. Do you know how to make baklava? I love it and never get it unless I am somewhere where they are selling it.

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1. Jamie Dedes says:
  
  September 25, 2017 at 9:22 am
  
  Thank you and Yes! It comes with the ethnic group. 🙂
  
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  1. Renee Espriu says:
    
    September 25, 2017 at 3:37 pm
    
    Nice. 🙂
    
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    1. Jamie Dedes says:
      
      September 25, 2017 at 10:20 pm
      
      Better than oreos, eh? 🙂
      
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michaelwatsonvt says:

September 25, 2017 at 5:23 am

Here, Jamie, summer holds on. Day after day of dry, record heat. Deeply perplexing.

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1. Jamie Dedes says:
  
  September 25, 2017 at 7:04 am
  
  Wow. That’s sad, Michael. Strange weather here too. We are seeing some signs of fall though.
  
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