In the Dying Days of Summer
In the Dying Days of Summer
By David J Walker
Summer is not over
Until I say it over
Said Summer
Whose sweet Summer’s breath of June
Turned malodorous by the new
September moon
Laying siege to the advent
Of another equinox’
Perennial ascent
Vainly holding at bay
The changing of the seasons
Designated day
And calculated hour
Like old men reluctant to
Give up power
In the dying days
Of the reigning Summer
Fading away
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