Autopsy Of A Summer Poem by Matthew Holloway

gone those long sun kissed days
of blue skies and drinks in the garden
gone the river walks by flowers and trees
how colourful and pretty it was
the sun is rarely sighted now
and the air such a bitter cold
trees stand empty above wilted flowers
their memory remains just for now
though fading slowly
the nights call early in the day
shadows stalk the pathways
and the gardens
and all what was of summer
is gone away