Summer is gone
and the moon is left hanging,
solitary in an untidy sky
Summer is gone
and the clouds beat the grass,
with a yawn, and a tearful sigh
Summer is gone,
and the trees wilt
their branches,
tender leaves fall,
drift, sweep,
crawl
onto clay-covered floor
Everything falls
after summertime
evenings are swallowed
by night
mornings sink deep
into light
the world is quiet,
and tired,
and sad
heat stained, sun drained
Autumn flies in heavy chains
So we ask: why?
Summer is gone
Lucy Gray
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/without-warning-with-morning/
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