Last day of Irish summer remembers December blues.
Sun played hooky again
emphasizes another shortcoming of the Northern Hemisphere
Retailers recreate January sales throughout July
confident no one will notice
tattered clothes from two seasons ago.
Childish expectations inspire a window check,
each day,
Believing today might be spent by the lake.
Disheartened to see buoyant pillows of grey
mandates a new plan for this,
the last day, of summer.
Shake down the house for change
rummage out a colorful umbrella, matching sandals
for a last day of summer euro shopping spree.
– L.J. Lenehan –