End Of Summer Poems

I’ve been walking for a mile
The woman stalking me has been sniffing for a while
She has become my second shadow
I hope I am not the...

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Your love is as welcome as a gentle summer breeze,
     Feeling its depth brings me to my knees.
It's as soothing as...

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It’s still summer time now!
But it will end soon.
When Fall comes, sun is low.
There will still be sun and moon.
Leaves from trees fell slow....

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Summer and a dog

Pure sunlight on a forever blue sky
beaches full of laughing people and
Happy Holiday, by Cliff Richard
Out of the sun glare came a...

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There are four seasons every year on earth.
They are Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter.
The season now is like boiling water.
This season is mostly good for...

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To thrushes’ serenade at blush of dawn
and with the blooming of magnolia trees,
sweet Summer wills the sun to smile upon
the meadow flowers scenting morning’s breeze.
Sometimes...

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Night lifts dark veil to raise(d) roof of the sky,
dawn’s dri zz le of gold(en) streaks has begun...
paints summer meadow where dry dew drops lie_
d...

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I lost my shoes each summer, as you should
just placed them in my case and went barefoot
mother said I shouldn’t, aunty said I could
Except for...

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Time changes with life and life changes with time.
October grows too old,
Hobbling backwards
With the burden of years,
On the sinuous alcove of time,
Tenebrous and feathery,
Her hidden...

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Burning like fever in the spring
our love affair was on the wing
then drifted away on the summer wind
now I'm thinking of you
how good it used...

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Heavy rain in the middle of July 
The hot air has passed 
I sit and collect the coolness
I slowly she summer end 
While fastly seeing...

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Do you feel that?
Do you feel the change 
as the summer comes to an end
trying to figure out if we are still good friends 
should've...

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The sun my awakening
a strip of asphalt shimmers
off somewhere in Nebraska
hundreds of miles from home.

Sandhills seen for the first time
I look at them with eyes...

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After Angella Voras-Hills


fallen green apples here and there
at a dead end, the yard is
where in the story lies an
ending, the life I lead an illusion
a...

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A soft breeze whispered
as I stood near a spread
of fields
where my heartfelt story was told.

I recalled the beginning.
The middle was unfolding
and I didn’t know the...

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