Summer is breathing
its last warm breath
upon a nation
that is not yet ready to part
with its warm rays
and long hazy days
that meld into glorious sunsets
summer, it seems only yesterday
it was unpacking its things.
Now it's saying its goodbyes
lying on the door of death.
You can feel it in the air
the electricity that is so common place
in the muggy months
is gone already
like a love affair that was too short,
dying from lack of fuel.
And we wash up in this
new shore of a foreign land
no longer green trees
but ones ready to burst
into orange, yellow, and red fevers
without warm winds to sing us to sleep
but brisk zephyrs to chill our bones.
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