Many thanks to Kira’s Sunday Scribbles, for such an evocative prompt.
Lady of Summer
Long has she walked her path, the lady of summer
Her bright bounce faded into fall, as clouds gathered
and she lengthens her stride reaching for the fading sun.
Her legs like quaking aspens, shiver with the strain
detritus of the seasons trail behind her like a ragged banner
But demon winter grabs a hold and never does let go
Until at last the lady sleeps, twixt icicles and snow.
Till next time ~Peace ~JPP