Good-bye to Summer
Published Fri Sep 20, 2019 | Posted in Poetry | By Linda Jenkinson |
In autumn there is sorrow,
For though tomorrow never comes,
All too soon today fades into the next.
Trees sigh as leaves morph from green to gold.
Summer finishes her tapestry
And slips away.
Amid the rustle of her falling finery.
Remnants we hold close to warm us
As we face impending snow.
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