North Of Childhood Poem by Jonathan Galassi

North Of Childhood

Rating: 2.8


FOR B.

Somewhere ahead I see you
watching something out your window,
what I don’t know. You’re tall,
not on your tiptoes, green,
no longer yellow,
no longer little, little one,
but the changeless changing
seasons are still with us.
Summer’s back,
so beautiful it always reeks of ending,
and now its breeze is stirring
in your room commanding the lawn,
trying to wake you to say the day is wasting,
but you’re north of childhood now and out of here,
and I’ve gone south.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Pradip Chattopadhyay 11 January 2012

so beautiful it always reeks of ending - a touching piece of poetry.

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Jonathan Galassi

Jonathan Galassi

Seattle, Washington
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