Summer Swirl #Poem

The heirloom tomatoes are all green with envy.
The bright fireflies suddenly act unfriendly.

The lap swim has gone off the deep end for now,
And Summer takes on a patina somehow.

Do I have to tell you? It happens each year!
One season flows into another, it’s clear.

You pull out a wishbone and think it away,
But no good! The turning is yearning to stay!

For Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #33, From Best to Worst.
Though I didn’t really get the theme right, I couldn’t resist writing this poem!

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