Silhouettes.

When summer days grew shorter,

And autumn nights grew longer,

Pretty soon, shadows will soon appear over the sunny trails-

Disappearing into a massive dusk.

When summer days grew shorter,

And autumn nights grew longer,

Pretty soon, the humid breeze turns into chilly winds-

Erasing every emotions and feelings of that shimmering warmth.

When summer days grew shorter,

And autumn nights grew longer,

Pretty soon, the leaves will change to their seasonal colors-

Leaving traces of the summer memories that will soon die in the hearth of winter.

When summer days grew shorter,

And autumn nights grew longer,

Pretty soon, the sidewalks will be empty-

Dumbing out voices and gossips that once invaded the neighborhood.

 

When summer days grew shorter,

And autumn nights grew longer,

Pretty soon, warm smiles will turn to depressing frowns-

Growing lifelessness as if it’s some diseases spreading around.

 

When summer days grew shorter,

And autumn nights grew longer,

Pretty soon, the late night back-porch parties will die out

Imprisoning loud voices into echoing silence.

 

 

But is it really almost the end?

Is it really the end?

 

 

They say that for every ending,

Comes a new sequel to a new beginning.

 

 

And maybe summer isn’t dying after all.

And maybe it isn’t the ending after all.

Maybe it’s just the beginning.

 

And I do hope someday that pretty soon,

Summer will come again

And I will be there…

Waiting for you.

 

Photos: me.

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