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It finally arrives,
For some the disappointment of the looming winter
For others relief
The stinking hot days are over
Replaced by the enticing prospect of cooler nights.
We gather up summer
Pack it away at the back of the cupboard
Check the sunscreen determining
If there’s another summer to be squeezed from it.
Beach towels washed one last time
Folded and packed away,
Promises made to lose that extra kilo
But quickly forgotten among plans
Of buying new for next summer.
Mental notes ascribing a change of venue
Reminders of who not to invite.
Next year’s summer holiday
Full of expectation and anticipation
Wondering if the girl in the floral top
Might be there in her oversized sun hat.
- I saw a blog offering a poetry comp where you had to write a poem about the end of summer. As I don’t like such comps where prizes and points are on offer I wrote this poem and then thought I’d post here.
Morpethroad 
aaah, I have a summer that was defined by a girl. This was really a great read
Ah thanks Bill you are very kind
Summer holidays were always spent with my Aunt and Nana. No other kids lived in the three storey block of 10 flats, but there were narrow, dark back stairs that led to a coal cellar where my imagination ran wild as I fought pirates or bushrangers and searched for The Ghost Who Walks
I like it, and it’s all very true!
Thanks so much
Like your poem Michael.
Love this poem. The imagery and visuals of it are very strong as you describe putting all these summer elements away. We have at least a month left here, so no getting ahead of ourselves.
Thanks Mandi, appreciate you stopping by. Hope the rest of your summer is not too hot.
So far not too bad. Thanks Michael. Nothing like Australian Heat!