Summer’s clothes in August
A faded green dress, ragged at the edges
What an old woman might wear
Respectable, yet somewhat forlorn
Sad reminder of the promises
Of youth and love and life forever
That May had made with her sweet breath
And her bright, verdant gown
Gone now (as promises must go)
And Summer sits silently in uncertain winds
Awaiting her certain fate
Hearing faintly the call of Orion’s horn
The Hunter still distant but soon to mount again
The clear, cold skies of night.
A faded green dress, ragged at the edges
What an old woman might wear
Respectable, yet somewhat forlorn
Sad reminder of the promises
Of youth and love and life forever
That May had made with her sweet breath
And her bright, verdant gown
Gone now (as promises must go)
And Summer sits silently in uncertain winds
Awaiting her certain fate
Hearing faintly the call of Orion’s horn
The Hunter still distant but soon to mount again
The clear, cold skies of night.