Transparent skies, an azure haze
Those tender, sweet, pellucid days that
Mask the coming summer’s heat
It’s hot and white relentless beat
Of burning sun on face and feet.
Oh, the heart–breaking beauty of springtime’s haze,
In those early, soft, enchanting days.
Translucent light, a turquoise sea,
My heart so open, loving free.
September – when you came my way
October – when you said you’d stay
November – when you slipped away.
Now I only remember the turquoise sea,
Not that empty beach with only me.
Early winter’s chill has come
Over Capricorn’s ebbing sun.
Dark clouds racing to and fro
Shadows lengthening long and slow
Reminding me I now must go.
Yet I’ll never forget the azure haze
Of our tender, sweet, pellucid days.
© Mary Mageau