Shorter
The days are getting shorter;
By half-past eight it’s dark,
With fewer hours to frolic
At the beach or in the park.
The summer’s slipping swiftly,
Getting ready for the fall,
Though the temps and the humidity
Have hardly changed at all.
I won’t mind the colder weather;
It will fill me with delight,
But I’m really not in favor
Of the lessening of light.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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