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