RWB Workshop Poem of the Week – Sept. 23, 2015

Richard Greene

Summer’s End

This morning,
for the first time in months,
it was cool enough
that I felt like wearing something
next to my skin.
All the summer’s haze had gathered
into a few small clouds
hung out like newly-washed sheets,
and migrant swans came down
on the wings of the wind.

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