‘The Leaving Day’
by B. John Burr
“Summer noon, humming bee,
Cool shadow cast by verdant tree,
Sleeping dog, muffled snores,
Children playing out of doors.
Fragrant flowers, sickled grass,
Hours one wish would never pass,
Lengthening shadows, geese in flight,
Heralds of approaching night.
Orange sun, evening star,
Farm dogs barking out afar,
Silver moon, owl hoot,
The leaving day is now mute.”
Thanks to regular contributor B. John Burr for this wonderfully apt poem.