A blue sky,
Once held promise of sunny days.
Now it is cold and bleak.
A shadow of its past self.
Bare branches,
Where there used to be green,
Soft, moving in the breeze, leaves.
Empty, now long since fallen.
Solstice marked,
The mid-point of the high-summer heat,
Languorous days, heady, lazy days,
This time, shows half way through the dark.
Wind moving,
Used to feel warm and gentle,
Now cuts cold and sharp, like an insult,
Makes you shiver.
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