SUMMER’S HOLY, HALLOWED END: UN-PLUGGED, UNREPENTANT, AND ALWAYS UNTIMELY

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!!!