Ode to Season Moribund

Departure lounge in situ; season moribund

In extremis endless; expiration imminent

It’s existence torrid, elements most horrid

Absent sunbeams mean visage not florid.

 

What comes before Fall?

Pride or supplemental tempestas awful?

If not will both imposters bear manifestation

Prior to Midas caressing frond deciduous.

 

Well-wishes sent to unwell season

Despite unfavourable elements bestowed on your watch

Sympathy from caricature at thy existential plight; not malice

Black hatted men primed, tape measures at ready.

 

On mattress moribund; reflections of despair

Annus turgid for season summertide

No walking on sunshine for Katrina

Tempestuous waves torrid; season most horrid.

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Gary Strachan View All →

2 kids who've flown the nest, 1 wife whose flown with Jet2. Born at a young age in 1960's Leeds, the author became interested in the literary life when his wife bought him a dog. Having an allergy to dogs, he swapped it for a typewriter. Being unable to train the typewriter to retrieve tennis balls, he reluctantly turned to writing...... Website - www.writesaidfred.org

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