Summer Flowers Fading

I welcome summer
flowers’ fading.
The red bird flies
with dreams of snow.
Mild thoughts of
Autumn Hours pervading,
with weary, wilting
weeks to go.

A damp and windy
Inner Calling,
a Heart that sings
sweet songs of Home.
Thin Places,
ever thinner drawing
my soul to wander
and to roam.

Someday perhaps
I may greet there,
misty mornings
at my door.
Breathing in predestined
Sweet Air,
with my Beloved,
Evermore.

I see We Two
there in the doorway,
gazing on
Fair Nature’s Face.
If Love, indeed,
We follow Your Way,
lead Us to this
Blessed Space.

I welcome summer
flowers’ dying.
I mourn not
my life’s seasons past.
Come, O Autumn
Hours’ sighing,
and JOY which shall
through Winter last.

~Cheryl Anne