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Dearth

 
The spirit
is sprung
with lassitude
 
twixt love
and languor
can be
no feud
 
summer is
blest
but solemnly
bare
 
mixed with
tristesse
mined
with care
 
*
 
midsummer
glooms
can only be
so

 
all that
blooms
eftsoons
must blow

 
*
 
and then
must we
too soon
return
 
autumnal
serenades
soliloquies
of snow
 
query thralls
the
arresting mind
 
if summer’s
here
can winter
be far behind
?
 

[©R.Kanth2022]
 
Professor Rajani Kanth, is Author of Coda, A Day in the Life, and Expiations
 

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