Six months we’ve served you with no buts; we weren’t iffy <br />A gift of vernal charm of col’r and melody <br />A treat to your eyes with our verdant canopy <br />A feast to your smell with our sweep of fragrancy <br />A tickle to your palate with our fruits plenty. <br /> <br />Now, please say, haven’t we, in turn, earned our space of rest <br />To recharge our body and spirits to their crest. <br />In time will be back for the seas’nal carnival <br />Meantime, Fall and Winter, would fill their carousal. <br /> <br />Our dream for dormancy in the year’s calendar <br />Is so colourful, in all its dazzling splendour - <br />Yellow, orange, fiery red and with all their tints. <br />“It’s time you changed your rent and ragged linen, ” Time hints. <br /> <br />Ere very long it will be chilly to the bones <br />No problem, no pity on us! No woeful tones! <br />We would just wrap ourselves in cool comfort – no moans! <br />In a vast quilt of many-layered snow – no groans! <br /> <br />[This is my maiden attempt at iambic hexameter. Criticism is welcome that I may improve myself.] <br /> <br />[Oct 03,2009: : Greenfield, WI]<br /><br />AtreyaSarma Uppaluri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-and-spring-bid-adieu/
