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At Summer’s End

In the middle of winter, I dream of summer days...

Alas! it’s September; it’s summer’s end
 
Sad farewell to hot days and sultry nights
 
Goodbye to flowered shorts and linen whites
 
Gone the sunny beaches; my erstwhile friend!
 
Autumn’s here, sadly! there’s fences to mend
 
In my strange world, in between stolen bites
 
Gordian knots dragging us down from the heights
 
Fast, down the slope precariously descend!
 
At summer’s end, our fantasies conclude
 
Life’s realities,  humdrum existence
 
Awaits all of us; our problems intrude
 
Summer joys; faint mirage in the distance!
 
As the cold autumn breeze brings solitude
 
Preparing us for a long winter trance!
 
09-15-2018
© Vic Evora
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