Passing Seasons by Stan Phillips
My all too brief summer has slipped away. That bright white butterfly season of sun that kissed my days has bade me farewell.
All so sweet, but when I opened my eyes, it was autumn. The bright long evenings are now a memory. Crepuscular shadows tell of long nights, chilled air, and migrating birds that fly sensibly off to warmer climes.
It's as if I slumbered awhile neath the green leaved branches, with a soft drink by my side, and a book on my lap.
And I prepare winter clothes, and think of glowing fires, of hot stews, electric blankets, and, oh yes, next year's summer holidays.
Bird song serenaded my passing moments, and a small soft dream wandered through my holiday reverie.
Stan Phillips (C) 2020
Stan Phillips is an 80 year old poet, musical podcast maker, part-time wannabe male model, and occasional stand up comedian. “I used to be a psychotherapist/counsellor when I had an honest job. I was born into prewar London, and attended 17 schools (my father believed they couldn’t hit a moving target) and I eventually finished up here in Ireland. Still wondering what I will be when I grow up — but enjoying writing my quirky poetry as I do so.” Discover more about Stan on Mom’s Favorite Reads website: https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/stan-phillips - 39 -
