Hungover Summer
Hanging around in Summers hangover,
A sun that forgot to stop shining.
Waiting for Winter and chill winds to blow,
The last week of our right to bare arms,
And we’ll savour every second.
The last few chances to gather in the gardens,
To share wisps of smoke and winks and whispers,
Hints of what’s to come,
How we’ll gather in the warmth,
When the bitter frosts begin to bite,
How we’ll hide and share winter secrets,
Things that summer sun is far too bright for,
Things we’ve held on to,
Things to warm us in the cold.
The time will come where we’ll shiver to share,
But for now we’ll drink in Summers hangover,
And bask in the closing echoes of the sun.
My poem for day 15 of #Inktober. If you like it, feel free to share!
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