The Death of Summer

Poetry by Brianna Jean-Baptiste

The death of Summer, welcomes Fall.

The sun departs early, allowing

the moon to rise. Trees go bare

as leaves find new homes among

the ground. They dance gracefully

in the cool breeze, eager for change.

Reminding us that some

must fall to grow anew.

The death of Summer, welcomes Depression.

It blooms in darkness - stealing all light.

For monsters once hid in our closets,

now they inhabit our minds.

Like the seasons, we too endure storms,

but sunshine comes after. So, since Summer

has died – I hope Fall shows mercy on us.


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