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!
I love your poem, though I don’t love the reminder that summer will end. It hits me hard every year. I’m never ready for fall, because fall turns to winter, which I’d happily skip.
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Thanks, Linda. I’d happily skip Winter myself. 😱
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This is beautiful and inspiring to me.
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Thank you, Kally! 😎
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I really like this, especially, “Summer takes on a patina somehow.”
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