Summer Gone By

So whimsical was that fine summer’s day, Radiant one moment and dull the next. So tenacious was that fine summer’s day, The day spanned long, and the night watched, perplexed. O here comes July, the height of summer, Cicadas sing and young pink daisies dance. Alas, cyclamens blossom and summer Grows dumber; the sky’s tears fall in a trance. Erelong, ere we know it, August creeps in, A chill seeps through and the cold comes drifting. Like a storm, a tempest, August sweeps in, Summer packs up – wait, where are you going? The summer meant naught to last, however, The season turns; nothing lasts forever.