Right here, right now, this steady place
Is where I get to see your face.
There’s nowhere I would rather be.
Where else would I feel more like me?
What fancy blooms our Spring put on!
Quick! Late Summer’s grace will soon be gone.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille. De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) hosts at dVerse and the word for the quadrille is “quick”.
Photos: “September Scene”, above, “Through Waves of Water”, below.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
Wonderful Frank. I like your use of the word quick and the warning that soon summer’s grace will be gone.
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It is almost over once again. Thank you, Toni!
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Gorgeous photos, and as lulling a rhyme as usual, Sir. I long for Fall.
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It is almost here. Thank you, De!
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The word almost came as a surprise. Well crafted!
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I realized I was almost finished with the poem and had not used “quick” yet. Thank you, Reena!
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Nice way to embrace the changing seasons, Frank.
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They come and go so fast. Thank you, Dan!
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Excellent rhyming as always. And love the forceful, urgent “quick” as a warning.
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Thank you, Lillian!
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I agree, “where else would I feel more like me” except in the present?
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There’s nowhere else to be. Thank you!
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Summer did seem to pass so quickly. We still have warm weather but tomorrow it is supposed to drop by about 30 degrees F. And still a lone cricket in our veggie garden hopes.
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Winters go by quickly, too. Thank you, Victoria!
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I like this, thanks for sharing!
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Thank you!
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Ah, it’s lovely how you put it. I too liked your exclamatory usage of the word “quick”.
-HA
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It is a jump of sorts. Thank you, HA!
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Late summer’s grace leaves too soon. Lovely poem
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It does. Thank you, V. J.!
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Your use of “quick” has delicious urgency–like the word “duck”. Your rhyme is catchy.
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I am glad you found it so. Thank you, Glenn!
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This is a delight, Frank. One of my favorites of yours. I like how you used “quick.”
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I am glad you liked this use of “quick”. Thank you, Merril!
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Those late summer graces and blooms are beautiful and are to be treasured. Love your photos too.
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Thank you, Grace!
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Ah yes, best to savor what is left of Summer ❤️ Beautiful poem, Frank 🙂
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Savor it while we can. Thank you, Sanaa!
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Frank, I can feel summer quickly ending in the last line. The second photo is quite unique – I like it!
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That second photo is a picture of water in a fountain. The screen below is deformed by the waves which reflect light in those brush-like shapes. Thank you, Truedessa!
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A beautiful six-line message.
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Thank you, Janice!
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Lovely quadrille about late summer.
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Thank you, Maria!
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right here right now this steady place – Frank this gives me an awareness that nature has a certain predictability we humans really depend on
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We do depend upon its predictability that allows us enough freedom to move and be grateful. Thank you, Gina!
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It IS so important to get outside and notice all the small details.
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It is. I miss much of it even when outside. Thank you!
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I love the reminder in the last line.
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Thank you, Astrid! I am glad you liked that line.
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Yes, end of summer comes quickly here. Each morning seems a little colder. The veaves are turning golden, and sunsets glorious!!
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It is getting cooler here as well. Thank you, Annell!
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Ahaaa. The changing season!
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They always change. Thank you!
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It seems the longer I live, the faster the seasons move. Lovely Frank!
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They go by quickly. Thank you, Linda!
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This makes me sad: “Late Summer’s grace will soon be gone.” I’m not ready for summer to be over. But I still love your poem.
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I hope it stays around as well, but it will be back next year. Thank you, Linda!
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That’s true! Thanks for the reminder.
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Summer’s end? Already? Noooooo… (grin)
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Almost! Thank you!
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Nicef Frank, I like the sense of urgency to grasp every last breathing moment of summer before it is gone.
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Even with the heart it is a beautiful time of year. Thank you, Dorianna!
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Charmed by form, as always!
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Thank you, Jilly!
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I love the last line! And I am trying to savor every moment of the end of summer.
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I’m glad! Thank you, Mary!
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So nice! Yes, I always feel when Labor Day hits that summer has come to an end, regardless of the calendar…or the heat.
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It feels like fall for me. Thank you, Sascha!
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Indeed- I quite agree with the urgency. Summer is leaving!
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Yes, it is. Thank you, Vivian!
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Ironic juxtaposition of “steady place” with the impetus to shift and get up and go. Sweet
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There is an irony there. Thanks for pointing it out, Lona!
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Well done, with a great last line and rhyme. 🙂
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Thank you!
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You’ve captured that sense of urgency in savoring every minute of a season……before it’s gone…..again!
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Thank you, Mish!
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Gift oF Summer
Grace iN Creativity
Burns Fire Flame
Cherishing ‘Till Wick
Burns out..
Voice Within
Whispers From
Spring Fall Winters Flicker
Summer Lights STill RiSinG..:)
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Creativity and grace go together. Thank you, Fred!
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Eye of Hurricane
Winds Breeze
Creativity’s
Ease
Even Higher..:)
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