Time And Tide.

Summer sail’s are set to autumn

chart a course to darker seas,

as golden kisses greet the earth

summer’s joy is set to leave.

Storm clouds close horizons eye,

draw limped depths in blinded 

wave, there drift distraught

from sheltered havens, leap

to winters bleak conclusion.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Metaphorical: the fear of not know what is around the corner.

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Summer Sails

Nice image - slc



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Thank you x

Thank you x