“English Summer” – a poem

Scorpio’s precipitation 
taints July’s gemini skies,
No nightingale song at dawn’s early light.
The patter of the rain 
is the anthem of the morning,
Singing it’s scorn for the summer of today.
Tomorrow’s blooms will fail 
My summer’s currency will outweigh the winter
And the day will end as it began.

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