By: JULIAN BASKYS
Staff Writer
Oh, bitter summer, leave me
Here in darkened misery.
Lost affections, still not yet
Shown to hold validity,
Haunt my being day by day,
Ghosts of what has gone away.
Through the days, the weeks, the months,
And on into September,
Never will I give away
That which I still remember.
But once arrives October,
It surely will be over.
The leaves are growing darker.
The days are growing shorter
And the sun shines softer on
The newly founded order.
My body aches of sorrow,
And unpromised tomorrow.
Still in silence of the night,
Stare I up into the stars
That shine above my head, and
Know however she be far,
That she may look to the sky,
And there see the same as I.