A Longed for Season

Summer is a longed for season,

Its golden warmth showers the land

In hope and beauty and crops

Bask in the light of sun

And soon we shall have fruit,

But in summer we seek shade

And hide from the golden warmth

And dream of the cool and of winter

And before we have appreciated

The warmth it is snatched from us

And unto us is given the gift

Of the fruit which basked

In the light and the golden warmth.

Yet we are not allowed the summer back.

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