Summer’s End Part 2 of 5

Chill

by Andrew Viertel

September’s deceptive warmth

A mantle concealing the subtle chill

The tip of autumn’s frigid spear

Slipping between cloud-fractured ribs of late summer sunshine

A merciless coup de grace

To the broken promise of a summer that should have been

But barely was.

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About Andrew

I'm a Christian, American, liberal, geeky, thoughtful, Northwest-transplanted Angeleno husband, father, and pundit who writes about anything he can think of.
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