In between summer and fall,
you lay mute,
in the golden haze
of a timeless dream,
watching the seasons transition.
poetry and image copyright neha 2021
Tag Archives: summer
Hues
And the summer dreams rested,
In the golden hues of fall.
Finding you at summer’s end
It was like…
it was meant to be,
finding you at summer’s end,
where all things fall,
through the dotted lines…
of gold and red,
finding you at summer’s end.
poetry copyright neha 2020/ free image taken from pexels credit goes to original artist
In between summer and fall
In between summer and fall,
you lay mute,
in the golden haze
of a timeless dream,
watching the seasons transition.
poetry and image copyright neha 2020
Only Yesterday
Only yesterday,
you were collecting summer dreams…
in a fistful of sunshine
and heart full of hope,
and now you lay,
on the cool green grass
and watch them fall
in golden hues and crimson reds
like the open sky above you,
flying gently in the autumn breeze,
only yesterday…
free google image. poetry copyright neha 2019
Murmur – #Writephoto
And the starlings scatter
in the orange sky
following the wisps of autumn clouds
as they fly, and bid goodbye,
to summer.
poetry copyright neha 2019/ image borrowed from Sue Vincent
In response to Sue’s beautiful photo prompt #WritePhoto Murmur
Lonely Heart
And some days,
the lonely heart,
lay on barren lands
and spoke to the summer sky,
which did not ask how or why,
it came to be.
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
August
And August came,
with a few more days,
of summer sun and clear skies,
for the daydreamers to chase
the butterflies,
of their dreams.
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
Dreams of Enchanting Summer
You stood
on the green meadows
in the quiet hush
of the morning skies
basking in the dreams
of enchanting summer
chasing butterflies
and the mystic wisps of clouds
free google image/ poem copyright neha 2019
Only Yesterday
Only yesterday,
you were collecting summer dreams…
in a fistful of sunshine
and heart full of hope,
and now you lay,
on the cool green grass
and watch them fall
in golden hues and crimson reds
like the open sky above you,
flying gently in the autumn breeze,
only yesterday…
poetry and image copyright neha 2018
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