You’ll be gone, summertime, and my heart fills with dread,
As I ponder the next winter-white;
And yet your warm winds still flutter about;
Do you think such a taunt is your right?
“In my youth”, sang the sun, “I shone solstice to fall,
With the burn of a fire unquenched;
But now as my flames blaze their last fearsome breath,
I stand ready to dim, un-retrenched”.
I will miss you, summertime, as the grapes grace the arbor;
For it’s you who brings honey to clover;
Your warm ‘butterscotch’ fills the night air with marvel;
Please tell me it’s not almost over!
“Some endings are final, some endings are total;
Yet we have known summers before:
The last winsome pages in anyone’s story
Always ache for a solstice…
once more.”
POEM WRITEN BY L.P.-GRENN copyright 2012
AND IT ALWAYS “DELIVERS”…
THE NEXT SUMMER SUN THAT IS!!!