
Mourning Summer’s Passing
I love the summer so—
bright rays of sunshine,
warm, gentle breezes,
concerts of bird calls,
and cicada dances.
Greenery everywhere—grass, shrubs, weeds,
floral blooms in every shade,
and sandy beaches with cool waves.
But the season is drifting away.
The days are growing shorter,
and the nights are cooler.
“Please, don’t leave.
I love you so,“
I beg of Summer.
She pays me no heed.
I watch her drift away.
Before we know it, leaves turn orange, red, gold.
Burning wood replaces floral fragrances.
Our wardrobe changes from sandals and shorts
to hoodies, sweaters, and slacks.
Iced cold lemonade is replaced with warm drinks,
hot soups, simmering spices, and pumpkin everything.
The transformation to autumn has its own beauty.
Sadly, it’s also a signal of winter-on-its-way.

©Mary K. Doyle, 2025

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