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Another Summer
Gone is the leisure of long summer days
when the horizon is buried in a tepid haze.
Gone are the mirages cutting asphalt in two;
cold fills the space and repaves the hew.
Gone the grasshopper's tick-ticking like faulty metronome
as the brittle grasses rustle over the arid loam.
Gone are the frogs lunk-plunking the water's skin
going deep to wait for next Spring to begin.
Gone the cicadas and their homopterous drone
leaving us long nights, chilled to the bone.
Gone is the light that saved us time
to look around at all that's sublime.
Gone are the jays calling back the past
bringing memories of days spent too fast.
Ummm ...well summer is here again...but i know i will feel like this too quickly...Nice rhyme scheme thanks for sharing.
Very pretty, evoking a bittersweet longing, I can almost see the gold-glinted edging around the images of late summer you paint on my mind's easel. I could have sworn summer was not going to end this year..... Nanook
Hey, I love this one! Good stuff here! Is winter over yet? LOL