Summer,
What’s the rush
To leave us
In the dust?
I’ve never seen
A season
Move so quickly.
It’s like
The last
Three months
Have zipped by on fast forward.
Are you angry
At us?
Did we
Say something
To offend?
Is someone
Hassling you?
Are you
Trying to
Get out of town
Before the
Long arm
Of the law
Catches up
To you?
What gives, Summer?
I thought
We were friends.
You know
You can always
Talk to me, right?
I just want,
No…need…
To understand
Why you
Are sprinting
Out of here
Like you’re
Determined to win
An Olympic
Gold medal.
Show me
On this photo
Of the sun
Where the bullies
Hit you.
Did they
Call you names?
Is there anything
We can do
Or say
To make
You stay?
Everyone has
A price.
Name yours,
And I’ll see
What I can do
To scrape
The funds together.
Just don’t
Go
Yet.
I’m not quite
Ready to
Say goodbye,
And in this case,
I tuly
Do believe
That
A
Long,
Drawn
Out
Goodbye
Would
Be
Best
For
All
Involved.
Don’t go, Summer.
Not yet…
The Return of the Modern Philosopher 
Phew! Twas like you were chasing after summer. Poor thing… 🙂
I’m trying. All day. It’s moving so fast…
I have the opposite problem. Shooing it down the road isn’t working. Digging her heels in.
Winter here is escaping fast here by day, but not by night. The cold remains. Our blossom trees are blossoming and eggs in nests are bursting, so the days are winning.
(And you can keep Summer if you like, it’s much too hot when it arrives here.)
Deal!
Thank you!!!……best deal ever!! 😉
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I am so not ready for slick roads and being ill! We get thick fog here, too. I’m getting too old for this crap! lol
Amen!
i know how you feel –
Happy Labor Day!