Short
This summer, though pulchritudinous,
Was short on sun and heat,
It seems that spring, chased it in,
Late, on tired feet.
Layered we walked along the shore,
Fighting wind and sand,
Waiting for a warming spell,
To energize the land.
But now the air is cooling fast,
And little leaves are falling,
Through the graying of the sky,
Geese formed in vees are calling.
We'll soak up the last of summer's rays,
And try to stop the hours,
Though we know that soon we'll walk,
Through ice and snowy showers.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2014
2 comments:
Ughhhhh I understand this!!!
I know ... Last beach days. Last good days.
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