Summer Regrets.
Autumn turns her head
to watch, as summer
walks away.
Slowly yet her last goodbye:
regret holds back her
footsteps, as much is left
to say.
© sweetwater 2023
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Autumn turns her head
to watch, as summer
walks away.
Slowly yet her last goodbye:
regret holds back her
footsteps, as much is left
to say.
Yes, I also feel summer is always reluctant to leave. However, now it’s Autumn’s turn to look over her shoulder, there’s a cold hearted monster on her tail.
Perhaps we should look forward to warmer days that await the turn
of the year, but we should not underestimate the icy spears the winter may throw. But Autumn is beautiful this year as compensation. sue xx
I wrote this a couple of weeks into autumn, we had some lovely summery weather after weeks of rain.
But as you say it’s now time to turn our heads to harsher weather.
sue 🙂
Hi Sue
I don’t think I have ever dreaded the long dark days as I do this year.
The lockdowns are really badly affecting everyone I know (me included)
The poem is beautifully short so every line distilled
There is a feeling of sadness and also uncertainty, as the last line leaves the reader feeling the poem.
I love how you personalise the seasons too. I feel I shall treasure spring this coming year as never before…nor so long in the return.
Alison x
Hi Alison, I agree, I’m beginning to feel defeated by so many things at the moment, the coming endless nights, the virus, and the non compliance of so many people in my own town.
But when small triumphs happen it lifts the heart, I feed all sorts of wildlife, last night I saw one of ‘my’ foxes I called to him and he came over, ( wish my dog had such immediate recall! ) That was a real joy.
Thank you for your very kind words. Xx
Such a feeling of longing in this and it really does speak to me at the moment. It feels as if we’ve missed out on summer this year and the cold and dark nights are drawing nearer.
Thank you very much, I feel just the same. I think there will be so many people who look back at summer with great sadness, and wonder what, if anything, Autumn will have to say. sue.
Beautifully written.
But there should be no regrets; each season has a special flavour, its own colours and voices. We cannot hold on, delay the passing, we should open to the beauty of the next moment.
Thank you very much that’s very kind.
I don’t feel there is much beauty in anything this year, too much sorrow
and loss, with long dark days of great loneliness for many ahead.
sue xx