sign of Summer’s
steamy red-hot realm of
searing sun and pool-side fun. Yet,
even as the heat waves strengthen, each day’s
shadows slowly lengthen, sowing
seeds that grow to snows that
coat the coming
waves of Winter’s
stark cold kingdom coming.
Yet with subtle signs of hope for
Spring. For even as the gales blow stronger,
each day grows a little longer.
In sleepy slumber I
sing of Summer's
Double Rictameter form
Copyright © Eric Cohen | Year Posted 2020
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