Summer arrived,
smothering
the pale pure fires
of spring.
All was surrendered
silently,
a yielding wilt.
Her fine pastels fell
to more garish reds
and orange.
Small birds left.
Beetles and spiders
came, ugly and hungry.
Nights became loud.
And even the moon
seems irritated.
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Sounds like our spirng out here in SoCal.
Curious portrait of summer in a place very different from where I live.