💙 Summer Sadness 💙 Poem by James McLain

The roses wilt in heavy sun,
Their petals frail and worn,
Beneath the sky where shadows run,
And leaves are gently torn.

The laughter of the golden days
Fades softly with the light,
As twilight's silver fingers raise
The veil of coming night.

A breeze that once was warm and sweet
Now chills the lonely air,
And in the grass where lovers meet,
The silence whispers there.

Oh, summer's end, you're gentle grief
Lays bare the heart's own sigh.
For even in the brightest leaf,
We see the colors die.