On this sizzling August day
Leaves are already turning
But a vague melancholia wants summer to stay
As tinges of red ignite old yearning...
Memories of hopes and loves long past
Which I can no longer retrieve
Nostalgic shadows just beyond my grasp
Enticing me while they deceive.
The turning seasons can seem so cruel -
Of my backward gazing they have no need.
From time immemorial they're bent on renewal,
Now scolding my spirit to take heed.
Best turn and greet September's face
She's waiting just beyond the bend
Painting the leaves of a new time and place
I'll welcome what intrigues she may send.
Claiming Hawaii as her true home, Molly Moore is currently residing in Seattle, Washington, pursuing a nursing degree. Perhaps her previous career as an international flight attendant is what launched Molly’s "flights of fancy" into poetry. A love of rhythm and rhyme sparks her creative side, especially while outdoors in nature.