Cool breezy nights
Already push away summer;
Prepare the landscape
For the onset of Fall.
All hope for that beach vacation
To walk barefoot in sand
And drown last winter’s blues
Is lost at sea.
Awash in the waves
Of a changed global climate,
Wrecked by a season
Of nature’s discontent;
That ship failed
Before it had a chance to sail.
Leaves will change and disappear
And I will still be here
Confused as the weather;
Looking for familiar seasonal signs
That will never come.
Summer is almost gone;
And Autumn is sure to be
As much a stranger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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