8-25-13
Mild August temps bring about to mind,
Memories of summer that have gone behind;
Fleeting days that lead to autumn are here at last,
Summer's solace has left, weeping in the grass;
Few girls care to show their smooth toned midriffs,
Gorgeous eyes reappear, out from dark sunglasses;
The autumnal, brisk winds that have a chilling feel,
Makes you want to slow down and begin to congeal;
The bleakness and gloom of winter follow suit,
Rendering the sun's heat moot.
8-25-13
Copyright © Shan Omeara | Year Posted 2013
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