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!!!