Summer
Summer
I do know that the Summer of our lives is short
Lost in a confused whirl of ecstasy and disappointments
Crossroads encountered with paths hastily chosen
Will it be left, right or stay put?
There is no going back
I do know that Autumn follows Summer
Mellow days now
Opportunities less but richer
Time is precious
Now that Winter is approaching
Copyright © Jane Ashfield | Year Posted 2022
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