Summer's Dissapointment (#15 NaPoWriMo)
Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?
Because you always tend to disappoint;
Promised sunshine drifts off then fades to grey,
And verdant pastures do the summer showers anoint.
Sometimes your beauty burns beholder’s eyes,
And all around chill and mask your presence,
And like summer delights, you momentarily mesmerise;
By design, you have divine ratio’s semblance.
But moments, they are not everlasting;
Nor can instances of beauty cover evidence in mind.
Nor can recollections of affection keep one lingering,
When summer’s gone; me lonely waiting, you will not find.
So long to the fleeting warmth that you once gave,
So long to a life lived hoping, I’ll take reality to the grave.