When Summer is Gone
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For Jcb Brul's When Summer Is Gone Poetry Contest
Ah, my birth month’s time is nigh.
September’s blue asters soon will bloom,
their scent lingering in the sighs
of melancholy breezes,
and still I will hear the whispering
of ephemeral late summer
as she smiles wanly
through clouds in azure skies.
I will watch sweet summer
wander off into
vibrant violet sunsets
which will appear earlier and earlier
after the autumnal equinox arrives.
I bid farewell to Damsel Summer
once the trees have adorned themselves
in crimson, gold and persimmon.
Perhaps even lovelier than summer
is Lady Autumn
as she paints the dusk
a fuchsia pink.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2024
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