SUMMER is fading; the broad leaves that grew
So freshly green, when June was young, are falling;
And, all the whisper-haunted forest through,
The restless birds in saddened tones are calling,
From rustling hazel copse and tangled dell,
“Farewell, sweet Summer,
Fragrant, fruity Summer,
Sweet, farewell!”

Upon the windy hills, in many a field,
The honey-bees hum slow, above the clover,
Gleaning the latest sweets its blooms may yield,
And, knowing that their harvest-time is over,
Sing, half a lullaby and half a knell,
“Farewell, sweet Summer,
Honey-laden Summer,
Sweet, farewell!”

The little brook that babbles mid the ferns,
O’er twisted roots and sandy shallows playing,
Seems fain to linger in its eddied turns,
And with a plaintive, purling voice is saying
(Sadder and sweeter than my song can tell),
“Farewell, sweet Summer,
Warm and dreamy Summer,
Sweet, farewell!”

The fitful breeze sweeps down the winding lane
With gold and crimson leaves before it flying;
Its gusty laughter has no sound of pain,
But in the lulls it sinks to gentle sighing,
And mourns the Summer’s early broken spell,—
“Farewell, sweet Summer,
Rosy, blooming Summer,
Sweet, farewell!”

So bird and bee and brook and breeze make moan,
With melancholy song their loss complaining.
I too must join them, as I walk alone
Among the sights and sounds of Summer’s waning.…
I too have loved the season passing well.…
So, farewell, Summer,
Fair but faded Summer,
Sweet, farewell!
George Arnold

Well, you could listen to the author recite his own poem here. Someone else suggests this next poem as a companion to the `machines of loving grace` I`m not so sure...

"Let's Voyage Into The New American House"

There are doors
that want to be free
from their hinges to
fly with perfect clouds.

There are windows
that want to be
released from their
frames to run with
the deer through
back country meadows.

There are walls
that want to prowl
with the mountains
through the early
morning dusk.

There are floors
that want to digest
their furniture into
flowers and trees.

There are roofs
that want to travel
gracefully with
the stars through
circles of darkness.


I mean, people in the 60`s did lots of acid and pot, maybe he was just chronicling his day

Completely in love with no-one

You have invaded my brain and captured my heart.

You are the sunshine to my moon. I'm dull, gray and lifeless, until I see your face.

I love your smile, it starts my every day.

I could just look at your face forever and still there wouldn't be enough time.

I want to huddle with you under an umbrella, while the storm does it's worst.

You are the one I want to share my bag of chips with, as we wander hand in hand along the shore.

You are the one I want to bump into around every corner of my life.


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David, Your thoughts and words reached "my" heart. Thank you!
Please continue to favor us with your talent
Searching to fill the heart's chasm - longing for the perfect soul mate -
can be sweet and swift or achingly difficult.
A dream is always sweeter. It can fulfill our vision's expectation.
Lucky and blessed are those whose dreams become realized.

i carry your heart
- e.e. cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it'€™s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that'€™s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

@ NAP2614 Re: The Colors of Indian Summer

Once again, you have a wonderful knack for finding the loveliest poems.
I enjoyed the technicolor imagery and also bookmarked a new site. :)
Thank you so much, Neil! I'm sure others appreciate your contributions
as much as I do.

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