At Summer’s End
In the middle of winter, I dream of summer days...
Alas! it’s September; it’s summer’s end
Sad farewell to hot days and sultry nights
Goodbye to flowered shorts and linen whites
Gone the sunny beaches; my erstwhile friend!
Autumn’s here, sadly! there’s fences to mend
In my strange world, in between stolen bites
Gordian knots dragging us down from the heights
Fast, down the slope precariously descend!
At summer’s end, our fantasies conclude
Life’s realities, humdrum existence
Awaits all of us; our problems intrude
Summer joys; faint mirage in the distance!
As the cold autumn breeze brings solitude
Preparing us for a long winter trance!
09-15-2018
© Vic Evora
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