Whispers For Her

In the quiet of our lives,

we once could listen,

the wind a breeze of sweet melody,

would we wish forever.

Now the clouds have passed,

a starlit night,

a short hour in between

the longest days,

of summertime.

We will feel the wane,

the crickets in weeks ahead will come to life,

our world as we know,

always evolves,

whether we say so,

or try to deny,

we can only be

a passenger …

just another holiday,

some traveler

along for the ride.


© Scott F Savage 6/2020

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