The Warmth Of Summer Poem by Gerry Legister

When the warmth of summer
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 rudimentary 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 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.