A poem #47 – Endless Summer

Oh, endless summer,
where did you go?
With you it seemed like years had passed
since the ground had known of snow.

It’s been an eternity now
since you played that part,
and since I was a child
and held you in my heart.

Oh, everlasting summer,
will you come again?
It seems forever and a day has passed
since the dawn of spring.

We wait for you so eagerly,
that birds do long to fly.
But so short the grace of your presence now,
just a glint in Heaven’s eye.

JP Collins

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