The last summer’s day
spent out of doors.
But the sky turned grey—
“No!” I implored.
The last day of freedom,
the last chance to breathe.
A yearlong we will wait
for a warm summer breeze.
A chill down my spine,
for goodbye it will be.
I will see you soon, though,
under the willow tree.
Its drapes will cool us, and
shade us from the sun.
And come midday,
we go out and run
Sprinting through the grass
with its long green blades.
The sun is now shining—
“Ah!” lunch at last.
They say our stages come in four tall towers.
The first is for farming,
the second is for gleaming,
for the third is for falling,
and the fourth is for dreaming.
Autumn is coming,
let’s run indoors.
For the leaves will catch us
if we stay outdoors.
Freida Kilmari is a writer and editor from southern England whose main passion is creating works of written art. She has six books being released in 2019, with her debut collection coming February 2019, called Man VS Happiness. You can follow her on all social media, including twitter, facebook, and Instagram.
Too early. It’s still summer!
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