goodbye summer

the culdesac is quieting.
the sun is readying for bed,
and the streetlights are soon to come on.
most have been called in for dinner,
yet a few stragglers still remain,
in denial of both the ending day,
and the soon to end season.
in the streets of the dying summer,
the children mourn


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. 

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