Goodbye to Summer

Goodbye to Summer

Summer turns her back to the world
Leaving dead roses stripped naked to the sky.
And the sun fades but never sets,
While frosty mists come to claim
The darkness setting in.

By the time she left,
Her smile had come and gone.
And in its absence the rain became
A sign the world had changed.

Crisp leaves shiver
And huddle together
In a puddle filled with tears.
Remembering the day they fell from grace
And were forced to face their fears.

When morning comes the frosty mist
Shall come again to claim
The remnants of a memory,
To keep, should Summer come again.

 Gerry Aldridge


Gerry Aldridge is from Newbury, Berkshire, England and lives in the foothills of a national park in Portugal, where he divides his days between doing sculpture, writing poetry and pet sitting. He is inspired by life and the human psyche, which he explores through his poetry and artwork combined

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