Summer 2026
by Sharmagne Leland-St.John

Summer days
Flow through my hands
Like the sands
In the hourglass of time

Nights when nothing
Seems to rhyme
Last far too long
Like the nightingale’s song
When I’m trying to sleep

Memories buried deep
Keep me awake
The list goes on

A somnambulist
Running out of time
Before the morning
Church bells chime

To announce another day
Slipping away
Then summer’s gone
All too soon comes
The Harvest Moon

I am left to ponder
To wonder
Why I have this
Feeling of doom
And gloom

As the sands slip through my hourglass of time



 

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