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
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