August Is a Misfortune Teller

Afternoon shadows lengthen too early
  Days shrink away into night's sultry grip
Which restrains cheerful morning from welcoming
  Us back to life, and the pursuit of fleeting pleasures
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Kiser Avatar
August 13, 2020 at 5:02 PM
I think you have it right. Beautifully worded piece.
Wolf Avatar
August 13, 2020 at 5:48 PM
Thanks for the 'Kiser Seal of Approval' on this one. Now, let's move on to mid-September!! ~ Not a Humidity Fan
Faulkner Avatar
August 11, 2020 at 10:19 AM
This summer feels endless to me, and not in a good way, but I just adore your title! Also like 'days shrink away' - very descriptive!
Wolf Avatar
August 13, 2020 at 5:47 PM
Thanks for the enthusiasm over this one, Michelle. Wish I could be as enthusiastic about August itself!! :) gw
Laurie Avatar
August 10, 2020 at 4:54 PM
Hello Gershon ... as you write about your coming winter, trees are budding up to bring colour and scents to us at the same time - thanks Gershon - Lindsay
Wolf Avatar
August 10, 2020 at 8:40 PM
You can mention winter -- no problem. As long as you don't include that four letter word starting with s!!!
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