WHEN SUMMER IS GONE

WHEN SUMMER IS GONE There’s a pause, when Summer is gone With autumn trying its very best to please Winter is always there, hiding in the wings To formalise the end of the four seasons As if uniformed and attired for that duty Scrapping the old, preparing for the new Yet summer will by many, ever be missed As a time when Nature’s growth can rest So that one can relax in the sun’s warmth After Spring’s loud emergence in the world Having earned its place, ready for Summer That many hope, will last a few extra days But who will be sad, when Summer is gone