Richard Pierce

Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter

Life, Poetry

Rigid

You would almost believe
It were still summer, the
Sun fierce in an azure sky,
And the olives swelling on
The single tree in the
English garden, the birds
Singing gentle songs.

Here, he wishes time would
Become suddenly rigid,
Seconds frozen, a forever
Day that never went the way
Of all other days.

R 25/09/2023 08:04

 

And it is a glorious day down here today. It makes the farewell to summer even more difficult and heart-wrenching.

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