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Click hereThe summer ran its course in days too bright,
too sunny and too moist – it turned me on,
with none to touch me in the sweaty night,
your passion and your fire for me long gone.
The bitter berries blackened on the bough
and in the fields the maize has turned to mould.
There is no way that I can reach you now
we don’t believe the stories we once told.
Let's pile up logs to make the fire go -
The fog is on the grass, the air is cold…
Let's close the doors and let the east wind blow,
and huddle close, pretending we’re not old.
reminded me of one of my favorite of Shakespeare's--"When my love swears she is made of truth..." (#138). Really enjoyed it. :-)
in the first, you have an event, the result, and the frustration of that consequence.
beautifully engineered. (no disclaimer)
Top notch use of rhyme - doesn't feel forced. Same for the punctuation.
Love the course of seasons, transition of the day, light to dark running parallel to the bittersweet tale of aging.