End of Summer
Summer slips quietly round the bend,
Its golden days too swift to defend.
Bathing suits drip in the amber light,
While I sit weeping in the hush of night.
You’re leaving soon
before the moon can wax again in fullest bloom.
The leaves will fall like silent tears
As you step into a world of new frontiers.
A dorm room waits, a chapter turned,
While my heart stays, quietly burned.
I’ll hope you call, just once, or more
As August fades and turns October’s door.
A year since first our paths entwined,
Now time, relentless, leaves us behind.
Autumn races, winter steals
Through cracks beneath the door it feels.
I dream of fireworks in your eyes,
Of New Year’s under star-stitched skies.
As Auld Lang Syne begins its song,
I’ll wonder where the year’s gone wrong.
Like echoes lost in seasons spent,
I trace the time, where it all went
Chené du Plessis is a South African writer currently based in Atlanta, Georgia. Originally from Pretoria, she draws inspiration from personal experiences, often writing about love, distance, and the emotional weight of transition. Her work captures the quiet moments where change and feeling meet.