The Last Days of Summer

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Give way to the autumn overcast

Submitted: September 11, 2019

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Darkness creeps, see the moon more than the sun,

 

Wake up in layers, only to peel them off by the afternoon.

 

September again, yesterday the sky filled with graduation balloons,

 

And now the winds blow the gray clouds in the autumn overcast.

 

Outside my window, the birds no longer sing, they’re too busy packing,

 

Flying South for the winter, will they go to Texas or Florida? The Carolinas or New Mexico?

 

The divide of age grows wider, everyone’s gone and I’m here in the afterglow,

 

Becoming the friend back at home, the one who's holding down the fort.

 

Carbon Dioxide condensates upon exhale, every morning at dawn,

 

The negativity radiates from the soul, even the mercury starts feeling down.

 

A vibrant earth begins to die, with hues of orange, yellow, red and brown,

 

Silence fills the night, the faint ringing of wind chimes echoes through the town.

 

The Lanterns of MidSummer Nights, which were once bright as the moon itself,

 

Now grow dimmer and dimmer, until the flicker and fade away, leaving shadows behind.

 

The beaches depopulate, a wasteland of memories, winter will be most unkind,

 

Death and depression pollute the air, the shadows swallow the earth whole.

 

Darkness creeps, see the moon more than the sun,

 

Wake up in layers, only to peel them off by the afternoon.

 

September again, yesterday the sky filled with graduation balloons,

 

And now the winds blow the gray clouds in the autumn overcast.

 


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