The warmth of Summer

End of summer days brings the feelings of nostalgia

When the nostalgic warmth of summer

has faded into a less superfluous display

The finesse and heart of style- weather

Changes to the frosty fingers of autumn grey.

I was caught in the midst of a new flame,

Stroking the ashes of that burnt out ember.

From the invisible sunshine that had gone

Quickly to slumber and ponder in a dream,

The firm fondness of fall autumn reclaimed,

Crown parts of nature on earth rarely seen.

Nuptial lovers of amorous heat disdained.

The warmth of summer mesmerise ribbons,

Tied and twine the broken twigs on my mind

Became a cooler clime upon trembling limbs.

Worn out romance held together by a string,

Swing with feeling slender bound from within,

Summer changes autumn to a new season

And the air we breathe goes battling everything,

Compatible figures faint on foreign soil,

With shivering leaves partly tuned green,

The hazy harvesters gather up the spoil.

Bungled foliage, wrapped in haven of trash

Thrust the threshing tool into the hungry fire

An overlap smote the anvil to die and sharpen

The quiet ambiance of a sedate flutter,

Undressing shrubs to make the villages plain.

We waited for the rain and got some shower,

Then a new age brought the sudden change

Moist demise surrounded suburbs and town

Migrating species bravely cross the continent

And brown litter crisp on path race to a podium,

Ruling the atmosphere below the firmament.

Sickening feeling that the hostile air rearrange

Giving the dull season every redundant reason

To regain the lull reign from a formidable wreath, 

In which the summer’s final breath had bequeath.

Alluring testament mythical memories compel,  

Citizens from outer reach wrapped in thick cloning

Throw the shawl of summer into the asteroid path,

And driven away to catch a polestar of new icicle

From the sentient wind blowing soft on the ears

Tickled with swags of rippled rain and tiny bubbles

Building disjointed maps on rudimental bridges.

Carrying the splash to wash away the sins of lent

And leave the wavered marks tattooed horizontally,

On the worn terrain with splashes of storm water

Clean the dirt and stain that bites into the conscience

But as the warmth of summer gradually goes away,

The price we pay was greater than innocence.

Our children’s interests diminish into growing years,

With demise of summer days the borrowed journal

Withdrew the noise of adolescence from our ears,

Into foggy days with science of much less time to play,

Retro games maturing icon becomes stepping stairs

Of fruition to change the era drafted in technology,

Replace by the frozen floss to build upon that decay

And wait silently for spirited leaves to spring again

In the blossoming orchards of warmth and beauty

Where summer days lies loving within our dreams.