Summer at last ends,
Colder, but unhinted.
Alone existed a man,
In a place wind sang.
He expected familiar breeze,
Lost inside thoughts not seen.
Each day telling a story.
Of solitude in his sulking.
A desire against it,
Illuminated him.
Creed, a sweet delight.
Encompassing now - life.
-
Fate; something encountered.
Roamed the leaves around her.
A pathway known to both,
Crossed beneath brown oaks.
It grazed the flower bloom.
Witness of their afternoon.
Two regards floating past,
Sank into each other's grasp.
Tension seeped close - quietly.
Words tangling their heartstrings.
The man spoke sheepishly,
Greeting the dame politely.
A faint grin escaped her lips,
Parting waves of real-bliss.
Well-concealed embarrassment.
Painted the skies azure.
Acquaintance fled in an instant,
Becoming consoling pigments.
Either reveled in their fire,
Unopaqued by the summer tire.
Distance between their grip,
Interposed two lips to kiss.
Tenderly, at a hot pace.
Eyes bore into their gaze.
The man broke the familiar loneliness.
Welcoming the wind’s warmed whip.
The dame hesitated - redswollen,
Gazing below her heart’s mend.
Muffled elation reached him,
A Soft melodious hymn.
Watered the grown bloom,
While their spring hues flew.
Exchanging sweet new breeze,
Among the overhead canopy.
Their hearts swelled.
Spring, not unquelled.
-
Hours lived to die,
In their little time.
The bloom agaped too,
Watching the moon gloom.
Interests became distant.
Passing away in an instant.
A somber tone escaped them.
Finally drawing it to an end.
As both stood upwards,
It wasn't very awkward.
A hand shaken,
and heart taken.
-
Reluctantly, spring became cold,
However useless it be told.
Their backs turned slightly,
Smiling as they ached lightly.
The man saw the bloom,
Around his gone tomb.
Picking the bud;
His hands were mud.
Calling her name quietly,
She turned openly.
Closing his eyes and reeling,
His arm extended, trembling.
The leaves whispered in bide,
Observing the moment untime.
One tear flew the dame's mind,
Lovingly grateful for this find.
Swiftly, he had not realized;
Her lips grazed more than his mind.
Air picked up, tearing the leaves down.
Encircling the lady's wedding gown.
-
Spring held both grasps,
In cold dewed grass.
Summer had ended,
In heart pieces
- Two plentiful.
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 9:12 PM UTC
Summer at last ends,
Colder, but unhinted.
Alone existed a man,
In a place wind sang.
He expected familiar breeze,
Lost inside thoughts not seen.
Each day telling a story.
Of solitude in his sulking.
A desire against it,
Illuminated him.
Creed, a sweet delight.
Encompassing now - life.
-
Fate; something encountered.
Roamed the leaves around her.
A pathway known to both,
Crossed beneath brown oaks.
It grazed the flower bloom.
Witness of their afternoon.
Two regards floating past,
Sank into each other's grasp.
Tension seeped close - quietly.
Words tangling their heartstrings.
The man spoke sheepishly,
Greeting the dame politely.
A faint grin escaped her lips,
Parting waves of real-bliss.
Well-concealed embarrassment.
Painted the skies azure.
Acquaintance fled in an instant,
Becoming consoling pigments.
Either reveled in their fire,
Unopaqued by the summer tire.
Distance between their grip,
Interposed two lips to kiss.
Tenderly, at a hot pace.
Eyes bore into their gaze.
The man broke the familiar loneliness.
Welcoming the wind’s warmed whip.
The dame hesitated - redswollen,
Gazing below her heart’s mend.
Muffled elation reached him,
A Soft melodious hymn.
Watered the grown bloom,
While their spring hues flew.
Exchanging sweet new breeze,
Among the overhead canopy.
Their hearts swelled.
Spring, not unquelled.
-
Hours lived to die,
In their little time.
The bloom agaped too,
Watching the moon gloom.
Interests became distant.
Passing away in an instant.
A somber tone escaped them.
Finally drawing it to an end.
As both stood upwards,
It wasn't very awkward.
A hand shaken,
and heart taken.
-
Reluctantly, spring became cold,
However useless it be told.
Their backs turned slightly,
Smiling as they ached lightly.
The man saw the bloom,
Around his gone tomb.
Picking the bud;
His hands were mud.
Calling her name quietly,
She turned openly.
Closing his eyes and reeling,
His arm extended, trembling.
The leaves whispered in bide,
Observing the moment untime.
One tear flew the dame's mind,
Lovingly grateful for this find.
Swiftly, he had not realized;
Her lips grazed more than his mind.
Air picked up, tearing the leaves down.
Encircling the lady's wedding gown.
-
Spring held both grasps,
In cold dewed grass.
Summer had ended,
In heart pieces
- Two plentiful.
