Summer like all good things,
Must come to an end.
She is bathed in golden light,
Swathed in yellow and red
Light breezes and soft green leaves,
Are the pallbearers of her black ash casket.
There are no more rosy smiles,
Hidden underneath beach hats and sunglasses.
The air is no longer perfumed by her ocean breeze and the faintest smell of honeysuckle.
Summer no longer blooms in her sundresses and sandals.,
There are no more shorts and tank tops,
No more sunkist skin, peeling from time spent in the sun,
No more kisses shared under the trees,
Hushed laughter as you and a friend
spend the night in the tent your parents set up in the backyard,
Always insisting on camping at the house,
Though you are both old enough to go camping for real.
No more lemonade stands run by your neighbour,
On the corner of the street you’ve lived on all your life.
Spring heaves great sobs, the kind that wrack a girl with such a thin frame, longing for her sister
Winter wails, holding onto Spring and shaking,
Missing her antipode
Autumn sheds a glass like tear,
but her eyes deceive her actions.
There is no sorrow,
No remorse
Only grim satisfaction
The killer always shows up to the funeral.
For now there will be jeans and hoodies, paired with some warm drink,
Leaves crunching under boots,
school year starting,
kids mourning the death of the girl they all loved.
You miss her dearly,
The memories she brings back,
When there’s a gust of warm wind,
Making the wind chimes clink together,
Reminding you what you have lost,
As you
Walk to the bus stop,
on the corner of the street you’ve lived on all your life