The fleshy giant green leaves
eventually drained and faded to an asceticjade as summer died
beautifully and romantically of consumption,
going brilliant gold and fire and blood-soaked
red, before fading away into a tired ginger,
Or Nicole Kidman in that movie
with Obi Wan Kenobi.
This is how Summer dies.
Some years, she dies happy.
Other years, she dies well.
But she always goes
like Sarah Bernhardt,
dramatic, pretty, self-sacrificing
on the unknowing behalf of winter,
and always center-stage.
She grasps at the dust caught in the carbon arc
spot light until the bitter end.