By: EarlB , 11:24 PM GMT on August 02, 2014

It is the sun's season,
and it shows it's strength
by searing and scorching
all beneath it, all that it surrounds.

But, it's grip is slipping.
Now, instead of the yellow cut of light,
there is a ruby gem that shines softly
into my eyes: it's not the weapon it was.

Soon enough it will shy altogether
of morning meetings
and then I will think too kindly
of the sere of Summer.

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12:22 AM GMT on August 18, 2014
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3. YelloworangeRose
4:21 AM GMT on August 04, 2014
^_^ okie dokie no more sir in the future post. have a nice sunday.
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2. EarlB
2:58 AM GMT on August 04, 2014

thanks for checking in, but the "sir"...i'll
never be comfortable with that one, no matter
how old i get! ha ha

i drive to work 3 days a week at about the same
time, 6:30 or so, so i get to see the changes
of light as summer comes and goes. that's the
thought behind this one. and to tell the truth, i
like winter, and never think back to warm summer
days! grumpiness doesn't make a readable poem!

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1. YelloworangeRose
1:54 AM GMT on August 04, 2014
Happy sunday sir earlB nice poem i could see the feelings there.
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