Summer Slumber

Summer Slumber

I have a slumber of stories
coursing like a mud brown river
down the burnt red ends of summer;
miner's gold awaiting dredging.
But the Perseids are tumbling
with a chilly, yellow twinkle
and I must heed their starry call.
My sleeping tales will hold, till fall.


Written for: "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest" 

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