End of Day

The summer has spent itself –
growth’s pinnacle released to
the angle of the sun,
its shimmering eloquence,
end of day / exhausted
The scent of epilogue
betrays my utterances –
Autumn approaches in
turquoise abandon, quick
to deny her vices
today I wrapped the
bell songs of September
into the palm of my hand –
Three times the toll was
found on the end of reckoning
Alder and sparrow wreak
the heaviness of the warren
the hills, that view of you,
left adornment aloft of flight,
reflected intimal in our moment

© K. James Ribble

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