That time in September
When summer’s almost gone;
A butterfly drifts
To the ground,
More beautiful in its decline.
The river carries
The moment.
It cannot hold the sun.
Like a firefly in a jar,
Can we hold it close
So our heart
Beat sustains it,
Even as our days
Wind down?
September, 2018 (rev. 9/6/18)
poems for friends 
it eases life’s painful moments
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Just love this… especially “the river carries the moment…It can’t hold the sun.” so captures the turn…
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