Another Season Gone
From under cover of the awning
>>>>>>>>>>>the wing of the dove
>>>>>>>>>>>the weight of apprehension
As the temperatures drop
And the first snowflakes flutter
Over flowers that close
And fists that tighten
Climbing up the hills
Away from civilization’s heatblasts
To find the echoes of love
The soft chimes that foretell intimate solutions
To pain’s problems
Clouds sit on stark mountaintops
Sunlight stabs its beams
Between the ligaments of doubt
How can change benevolently soothe
The strategist through slithery labyrinths
That shadow strength with timidity
A broken hip
A shattered nose
Upon the rocks of circumstance
The chilly breezes that harbor
Our private hell
Our lonely ascent
Beyond the means of comfort
Only to moan
At leaving suburban odors
>>>>>>>smog and fog
>>>>>>>>>>breeding familiar calm
>>>>>>>>>>>>>with our weaknesses
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>and deacons of freakiness
Idiosyncrasies accepted
When adventure could wrest the soul
From inertia and paralysis’ pale
Anemic elocutors hoarse
While the hurricanes wail
Fruitmongers digging along the shore
Hearing terse proclamations
Shake foundations
Once imperturbable
Now cracked and lurching
As the cameras whirl
Sip the herbal cure
Rest the demons
Before summer dies
Life passing across city sidewalks
Soon winter to smother all cries
Of escape
From history and mystery
The restaurateur folding up his canopy
The customer paying with his time
Watching tumbleweeds blow
The limousines onto the highways
Another season gone
Another ream of passionate dreams
Turning to dust
In the wink of an eye
C 2007 Claude Mayers
the hamptons
