Cusp

Cusp

First taste of winter
cool breeze from the north

days are shorter
nightfall falls sooner

catches us unawares :
at daybreak condensation

on the windows
Where did the summer go

where did the time
the mystery of new love

the hand held
the lips kissed

that innocent belief
that all would be well

well and truly well
with the world ?

John Lyons

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