Summer is descending slowly from its perihelion,
Now in full, lush, ripe maturity.
There's something splendid about late summer,
With just a tinge of sadness and nostalgia - like a 48-year-old woman.
With just a tinge of sadness and nostalgia - like a 48-year-old woman.
Autumn is in full abscission.
Cool sunny days and clear nights.
The ocean still warm; brewing sedately
With increased flavour - like a Scottish Heavy Ale.
Winter solstice has come and gone.
Crisp sunny days are here.
Nothing ahead but anticipation of Spring.
Blossoms, fragrance, and frantic copulation - it will probably be
similar outdoors.
Spring’s prelusion over; excitement and promise fulfilled.
The herald scent of jasmine yields
To the serious business of gemmation and efflorescence.
Birds and bees are at it like knives,
Birds and bees are at it like knives,
The sky is blue and the weather is warm.
It takes dedication to be depressed at this time of year.
It takes dedication to be depressed at this time of year.
B.S. Clibrig.