Wilted

A rainy day

the April way

and my thirst

is quenched.

A sunny day

sometime in May

and all seems

so well.

The warming sun

June is on the run

and I trail

absently behind.

The boiling sun

and July has begun

and the heat is hard

to handle.

A thunder shower

brings August the power

but I seem weaker by

the hour.

No more showers

September has no flowers

and for the first time I see

I am wilted.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Wilted

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