Unyielding Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

The blossoms, once vibrant with color,
now wilt and droop
beneath an unrelenting sun;
the summer has been long and unyielding.

The birds no longer sing in the trees
flitting so cheery from branch to branch;
even nature tires of doing the same old dance
enduring a summer long and unyielding.

The land too has seen better days, a season
not at all typical, justified reason fruit is scarce;
few vegetables remain in the fields
at the end of a summer so long and unyielding.

But Autumn arrives soon and right on cue;
her cool crisp days and frosty nights
will be a welcomed relief I promise you
from this summer so long and unyielding.