Summer Last, Summer Past

Summer Last, Summer Past

If I remember summer last,
It was a bummer,
Being lumbered as it was,
Dismembered, as I was.

June blooms,
Yet we await the August moon,
The full and orange brightness
Near to harvest time;
Healthi- heartily at home.

Past and passed:
One hopes the former for,
Though whizzing by,
It seems more lasting
Than the dreams
From which one wakes, seams
Stitched so as form the cast
That’s shaped the years.

Summer lasts here in these parts
From warming May
To the unpredictable autumnal fall:
Which is about all
One can hope for.
One hangs on to warmer times and warmer climes
And whatsoever chimes in with the body’s longing.

Summer Last, Summer Past 6.13.2020/7.8.2020 Circling Round Time II; Circling Round Nature II; Arlene Nover Corwin

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