Summer is leaving:
Not much we can do
(To quell the
Expected
egress).
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Lamented its end;
(Perhaps it convened
Great
distress) ...
He wished to subdue it,
To push it far back;
(Much like the waves
Parting
shore)...
I share in his feeling,
As warm nights bring healing,
And summer's a treat
I a-d-o-r-e !
"Summer's almost over. It's sad, isn't it?
Makes you want to - I don't
know - reach out and hold it back".
Nick Carraway: "There'll be other summers".
There was a crooked man
And he had a greedy wife;
Their first and foremost goal
Was to have a sumptuous life.
This aim, however, hinged on
Him rigging an election;
Pursuant to the latter, there
Must not be mass defection.
So...he gathered all around him,
Crooks and liars, thugs and thieves;
This cohort reeked of mischief:
Evil dwelled in their beliefs.
But "chickens", it's been often said,
Will 'soon come home to roost ':
Rudy, Sidney, John and others,
How you scammed, deceived, seduced !
My hearty thanks goes out to those
Who sought to make things 'right';
While Trump supporters praised his deeds,
You persevered with light.
poem by L.P.-G. / 8-2023
The last gasps
Of this
Dog-Day month
Applaud its
Splendid hues...
The Black-Eyed
Susans'
Petals 'swell':
There's gold
among
The mews...
In twelve
weeks
We'll spy
pumpkin patches,
Frost beneath
their vines;
As Earth
prepares
Its future
feast
Of burnished,
Clement
wines...
poem by L.P.-G. / 7-2023
When I was a teenager, the above pic is what "DOG DAYS" meant to me. My dog's name
was Gittle and she loved summer as much as I did...
Summer will ALWAYS be
my favorite time of year !!
