Refugees of Reason

Death Comes Upon Summer

Death comes upon summer so soon 'round here.
Early August heat already tempered as September
Draws near, though still a page away by calendar;
A solstice past, high in the northern hemisphere,
As sun pulls listlessly behind it a feeble tepid air
To chill the skin, and stiffen leaves that early lose their
Lavish green and, well before frost comes too near,
Act old and rigid, trading ebullience, for hues of browns
And reds, losing those remaining — all that surrounds,
As life capitulates too soon rather than persevere.

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