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.
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