Summer Drift

Summer drift

Summer drift to fall leaves

school buses leave trails of children

The marching band plays at the high school nearby

I can hear the grand sound of brass and drums

Here we are on the cusp of pumpkin season

Fall is the weaver of children in costume

Let the leaves fall down to red

                Let the nights get cooler

The crooked tooth of a pumpkin on a curb

is a welcome sign after summer's heat

September sun is easier on the eyes--

on the skin.

We welcome each new season

with wide open eyes

like we've never seen them before

while listening to the stories

of tornadoes, blizzards, heat waves.

The seasons are our friends

they keep life going,

they keep it interesting

continuing that old idea 

that life is a march down lanes 

of grass, fallen leaves, white snow, windswept rain--

tearing down the visions that life is unchanging.

So come on with me through curbside leaves,

hold my hand as we walk under gabled eaves

dripping tired flowers who have seen

their season pass.

While we watch the summer go down to fall

Let us remember there is another summer coming

There is no real end, no real beginning,

only this circle. This never ending circle. 

Heather Lake