The End of Summer.
So soon in winter boots
..summer never came...
Just went
Bad fruit in pickle jars
Untempting
Memories…untempting.
Sliding off this pole
All summer slippery long
Further from that capella where I longed to be
Where I ached to be
That binary
Circumpolar
Visible... beyond the grasp
The star that never sets
Can never rise.
Kristine Byrne
7th October 2012.