Requiem for Summer
She vanishes in golden light -
one last flare before coldest sleep.
Now dew-tears weep among the yews
and autumn mists softly shroud her.
Trees gently lay down wreaths of leaves
and pews of asters sing in blues -
valedictory hymns to her.
8 September 2019
Farewell, Summer Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
7 lines 8 syllables
Copyright © Charlotte Puddifoot | Year Posted 2019