Little symbols of death
endings
passing of time
gold and scarlet
carcasses
of summer
raked into a pyre
that grows
and grows.
But the voice of death calls
to the child in all
to live with leaping joy
and laughter
mocking loss.
Rolling in the death of summer
welcoming what comes
next.
Shawn L. Bird 
Great image! Rolling in the death of summer…nice metaphor!
Thank you.
“Rolling in the death of summer” I love this!
I’m glad. Now I’m pondering if I should include the crackling of flames or something. Hmm.
I like it all, but especially this phrase: “gold and scarlet carcasses of summer”. Really fresh look at a familiar subject.
Thanks Melody!
Good images, loved them and the chant “grows grows” especially. I just found “the child in all” very general. It took me a while to get all means all people, everyone really. But that’s just me.
It should take a while to capture all the nuances. If you don’t have to work a bit for the meaning, it’s not as potent. But that’s just me. 😉
True, true, very true. And it not just you. 😀
Go jump in those leaves, girl!
Ooooo, I really like this one!
Thanks!
I think I like this one most of all. Perhaps because I am still waiting to become an adult and given the way things are going I may have to wait several lifetimes 😉
Well you know, if you haven’t grown up by the time you’re 50, you don’t have to!