These afternoons, the sky is dominated
By gray. The light is hardly getting through.
Although the monstrous heat has now abated,
The weather has us all a little blue,
As shorter days return, and summer wanes,
And sunlight yields the day to August rains.
And ev'ry year, it comes as a surprise.
One day, mid-August finds us unprepared.
There's something of a loss in people's eyes:
A hurt that spent the summer unrepaired,
Or just the sense of time that children know,
When summer break is done: where did it go?


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Comments
anna1, you always seem to find something that my posts resonate with. I am really happy to have you as a reader. And I'm very happy that the poems bring you something.
trilogy, that's right, you're on the other coast. And I agree with you wholeheartedly, on the start of school. I think when the weather really turns to a crispness it will feel different. Right now, it's just a humid relief from the heat.
I am posting much earlier than usual tonight, because I took a break at dinner time to look at the weather some more. Thank you both for coming by.