Summer Daze

Sweet blooms and colour, hot sun overhead
Face turned skyward, embrace nature’s gift
Long days of bounty, since winter has fled 
Heedless, careless, forgetful of winters rift

No thought of seasons beyond a perfect day
No one telling us of things that must be done 
Time without bearing, holds cold days at bay                                                        
Too late now we realise, summer is undone

Stoic Poetry

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