Thursday, July 7, 2011

Litter

The summer solstice sun is slowly set-
ting, as the shadows take on darker hues,
Tasks that I didn't get around to yet
Are transferred to my list of gotta-dos.

But I suspect I'll forget about them,
I don't mean for it to turn out that way,
But new days have their own demands and then
What seemed important yesterday just fades.

I found a letter that was discarded,
(I think it fell out of a truck of trash)
Reading it, my feelings were bombarded --
A fragment of a story now long past.

I decided not to throw it away;
Who knows, perhaps she'll want it back some day.

2 comments:

Connie@raise your eyes said...

"But new days have their own demands and then
What seemed important yesterday just fades."...or our lists just seem to grow...

Great sonnet Jim!

Jim714 said...

Thank you for your kind comments. Sorry it has taken me so long to post it! I've been working exta and involved with some writing projects this month.

Thanks again,

Jim