Summer dissolves in the whimpers
of rain pelting the window panes.
In its wake lays scattered
Bounty’s decaying remains.
The sun retreats in the shadows
its fire cowed by the advancing chill
Morning takes long in coming
darkness lurks in daylight’s heel.
Soon all will be but a memory
as forward Time forever goes
all endings are beginnings
in a cycle, the seasons flow.
My husband says “There is a couple of things that do not work, but it mostly works”. That is only a little below the “Not Too Bad” rating that he has given many of my postings. 😀 The contrarian wife that I am takes that as a compliment with reservations attached. 😉
If this little piece baffles you, well, all I wanted to say is – “Oh no! It’s not summer anymore.” 😀
May your thinking be less convoluted than mine this day.