Summer slowly rusts away in copper-plated sighs;
Flowers nod their heavy heads and curtsy their good-byes.
Wind discovers secret nests, undressing hidden lairs;
Leaves, ashamed, blush scarlet veins, and tiptoe down the stairs.
Your pollen bleeds in blood-red drops
With every lonely tear;
Although you have companions close,
You know that no one’s near.
Isolated in your pain,
There’s no one you can trust,
And so you sit in summer heat
And cry your tears of rust.