Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Summer days

In the last leg of the day
From summer of this year
Is the crisp warm evening sky
That will soon disappear.
Rituals of the warmth
Imminently to be replaced
In respect of the freeze
With cold, as days are laced.
As it had often been done,
A hop and a skip outside
Shall be a thing of the past
As, nervously  are huddled inside.
A lucky show of the sun
A shy sunny day, in between
The critters come out to play
And, nature does her preen
Seasons are a friend to all
Like shopkeepers doling out treats
The cycle slowly moves forward
We see our share of repeats

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