Golden Shower
in the lazy summer air, confetti to promenaders
and weary passersby.
The Siberian High lulls you to sleep,While summer heralds your birthInto a kingdom regal yet briefThat reigns over a parched earth.You greet the sun with garlands of gold,Dancing the whole day through;And soon explode into a thousand fold,Only to fall and cease to grow.Sybil’s ghost hangs, flowerless you stand,Save pods dangling in dull chimeIn the wind - then fall to the ground.‘Tis the end of summer time.~
Acknowledgement: Internet photos
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