Tourists gone, summer a lingering whisper
a gilded shimmer, gold on blue.
Now the geese fly south
through feathery clouds, dark shapes on the water,
like dreams, they vanish
in the morning breeze, colder than it was yesterday.
I’ll take the boat out today. There will be rainbows in the spindrift,
and laughter in the gulls’ cries,
and I’ll laugh, too, remembering,
the sun-glow on your hair, the warmth in your kisses.
The second day of Paul Brookes’ Ekphrastic Challenge. Visit his Wombwell Rainbow site to see all of the fabulous art and poets.
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
Thank you, Paul!
Fine work, Merril. I esp like the spindrift rainbow and the hair-captured sunglow. Write on!
Thank you very much, Ron!
Beautiful. And I can imagine that one who lives in a tourist area relishes this very moment more than any other.
Thank you! Yes, I imagine so.
Yes, what Dale said. You found a lot in that image, the emptiness, the cool light, and I didn’t even notice the flock of birds. Lovely and wistful.
Thank you very much! 😀 Yes, the painting looked wistful to me.
It does 🙂
Love this, Merril! Great job. 🙂
Thank you, Jill!
I can just imagine the kind of day you describe: beautifully painted!
Thank you so much, Ingrid!
How well you’ve captured the changing season of both the seascape and life. (K)
Thank you so much, Kerfe.
Merril, you captured me with “the spindrift rainbow and the hair-captured sunglow.” What splendid imagery. ❤
Thank you so much, Colleen! 💙
Much imagery here. I sense of relaxation as the season is over. However, the last line is what I notice. Well done.
Thank you very much, Frank!
This poem is exquisite. The end of summer is the most poignant time of year for me. Your poem captures it so beautifully. Ahhhh . . . .
Thank you so much, Liz.
It does always seem like a bittersweet time.
You’re welcome, Merril.
Lovely. As you know our tourist season is coming up. We expect a massive influx over Easter.
Thank you, Derrick. It’s scary to think of a massive influx of people now. I’m glad you’re vaccinated.