A summer sojourn in the sun
From hazy webs the day is spun
And lazy afternoons prolonged
Amid all type of wordless song

A damping fog yet lingers there
Despite the stirring in the air
Restless call begs to be heeded
Sprouting thought needs to be seeded

Passing hours without number
Autumn waits to wake from slumber
Fledgling fire that was not cherished
From neglect idea perished

So set the poet once again
Upon a winding journey then
To seek the word and find the sound
To steal a glimpse of the profound


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