Our Summer’s Gone

 

Our summer is gone

But was she ever here?

Did she quietly arrive

Catching us unaware?

 

While there’s still sunny days

We are sure they will pass

Then leaves will blow yellow

And birds fly en masse

 

We had set our sights high

Weather failed to deliver

Hopes of being sun-bathed

Now reduced to a slither

 

Now with thoughts of revenge

Set to flavor the mind

As all that makes summer

Will soon be behind

 

Then we’ll be left thinking

Of better days past

Of endless light moments

And long blades of grass

 

Of time that’s preserved

Vivid smells in the air

From all things that grow

Warmed by fire-ball glow

 

We will think of our childhood

And extended shadows

Of brothers and sisters

And life in the meadows

 

Of lost inhibitions

Aspiring ambitions

Of outstanding beauty

And yearly renditions

 

Of Summer and Sun

And of powder-blue skies

Of small engined planes

Heard through tightly shut eyes

 

Of being in heaven

And without a watch

Of having no cares

And of having no socks

 

And then all at once

A striking new season

Of endless brown Fall

Which to Summer is treason

 

Her other two siblings

Will ensure the cycle

Ending with a glimpse

Of Summer’s recital

 

And then we can start

Our dreaming once more

For us a great Summer

For us I implore.