Goodbye To Summer

Goodbye To Summer

This has been the darkest season I have ever known.

Yet all the time, I prayed for light, for hope, for a rewinding of time.

The gods in their heavens did not listen, or paid no heed to my senseless call. I know this now.
And who am I to question the will of the gods?

Summer is gone.

She is not coming back.

All through the rain I cherished the fake presence of her absence. All through the mud I waded with her placed inside me, still hoping that she would blossom, still desperate that she should bloom. All though the dark she was a light, still flickering; a light that only I could see.

But now is Autumn’s Dawn, not Summer’s Eve.

Now do the winds begin to whip more fiercely and the nights to draw more savagely. Now must I prepare myself for a season of seclusion and stillness.

Now must I wave Summer away, like a shining vessel on a river of calm, illuminated by the light of a thousand fireflies.

I must not cry, when she slips from my sight.

I must not weep, when I am forced to face this dark alone.

I must wish her well, don my boots and shield my face against the wind and accept that Summer is gone.