Summer's End
A poem about the quiet perfection of late summer.
Sunsets ablaze, as if releasing the colors of fall.
Incredible warmth wrapped in crisp new cool.
Let the leaves begin to change, but don't let them touch ground. Not now.
Even the crickets are quieting their song, enjoying the calm.
Never let late summer pass you by, its splendor is meant to be felt.
Comforting yet fiery, a late season in open rebellion,
Eager for newness but unable to say goodbye just yet.
About the Creator
Maddy Newt
I'm a Stony Brook University graduate and production services manager for the NYS Assembly. Writing is one of my passions and Vocal has been a great creative outlet for me.
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