by Janice D. Soderling
We grabbed hold of summer
like a kid grabs an ice cream cone,
gobbled the sweet days,
the smooth, crunchy nights.
Time ran in rivulets.
We gorged.
But before we knew it,
autumn, in her stout shoes,
loomed over us,
dishing out cold oatmeal,
shouting,
"Clean off your plate, kid."
Janice D. Soderling is a previous contributor to New Verse News. Recent work appears at The Pedestal, The Flea, Concise Delight, Horizon Review, Shakespeare's Monkey Revue. She was nominated for Sundress Best of Net 2009 by Shit Creek Review.
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