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Welcome to OpenLinkNight everyone! As you know OpenLinkNight is your opportunity to link 1 poem of your choice as this is no prompt-day. For those who missed the Mr Linky deadline this Tuesday’s poetics or any poetry prompts that you have missed in the past, this is the opportunity to share your poem. Out of courtesy, please link back to dVerse Poets Pub if you are sharing your poem.

In my part of the world, we are in the late stage of summer and earliest of autumn season. My summer flowers are still blooming though some are starting to fade. It is still warm during the day but the cool morning and nights are settling in fast. Summer is just a short season in Canada so we treasure each sun-soaked day, including rainy and cloudy days too.

Late Summer
BY JENNIFER GROTZ

Before the moths have even appeared
to orbit around them, the streetlamps come on,
a long row of them glowing uselessly

along the ring of garden that circles the city center,
where your steps count down the dulling of daylight.
At your feet, a bee crawls in small circles like a toy unwinding.

Summer specializes in time, slows it down almost to dream.
And the noisy day goes so quiet you can hear
the bedraggled man who visits each trash receptacle

mutter in disbelief: Everything in the world is being thrown away!
Summer lingers, but it’s about ending. It’s about how things
redden and ripen and burst and come down. It’s when

city workers cut down trees, demolishing
one limb at a time, spilling the crumbs
of twigs and leaves all over the tablecloth of street.

Sunglasses! the man softly exclaims
while beside him blooms a large gray rose of pigeons
huddled around a dropped piece of bread.

*****

Late Summer Purple

by Robert Pack

Wild aster, bee balm, hyssop, crisp chrysanthemum
Proclaim bold purple in the pallid dawn,
Asserting there’s more blossoming to come,
More purple in the prickling thistle thorn,
More purple in the valley’s swirling haze;
Even the robin’s shadow on the lawn,
Even your welcome of the dew, your praise,
Proclaim bold purple in the pallid dawn.
Yes, purple is the color of your need
To have your mood made manifest, your final flair
Before October’s culminating leaves exceed
In parting opulence the purple air
Of royalty that radiates about your head,
Your mastery of mourning everywhere
You move to make a purple hymn to hum:
Wild aster, bee balm, hyssop, crisp chrysanthemum.

To join us for Thursday’s OpenLinkNight, here’s how to join:
  • Write a poem in your blog.
  • Enter a link directly to your 1 poem and your name by clicking Mr Linky below and remember to check the little box to accept the use/privacy policy.
  • There you will find links to other poets, and more will join during the next 48 hours so check back to read other entries.
  • Read and comment on other poet’s work, we all go here to have our poems read
  • Please link back to dVerse from your site/blog.
  • Comment and participate in our discussion below, if you like.
  • Have fun.
See you at the poetry trail. ~Grace~