Summer's Gone (Poetry)

Summer’s gone — I can’t pretend to mourn it
those hours lost to thought-destroying heat
the unslept nights awash with desperation
for airs that flow unclammy fresh and sweet

It’s been a trial for those who do not worship
the sun-god — all that blisters is not gold
his foolish flock prostrate on skin-oiled beaches
he burns them till they’re wrinkled dry and old

But now the season’s turned — makes way for Autumn
and cooler days where colour charms the eye
and contemplation finds a restful corner
no longer scorched the hours ease on by

So I don’t feel regret at Summer’s leaving
a longer stay too draining to endure
when breeze brings subtle hints of childhood Winters
the sterile snow — the blizzard’s whiteness pure

This sticky meltdown episode is over
since all of Nature knows the change has come
the sun grows weak — the nights are stretching longer
and finally exhausted Summer’s gone