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Summer's End

And now it is September,
a serious season, school time.
No more time for banter.
I put away summer things,
though the heat burns more than ever.

Days wane and night comes soon.
I must leave sand castles behind.
No need to shore up shifting sands;
the waves will take what they need,
leaving no sign we were ever here.

There will be other seasons.

Leaves that once gave shade
wither and drop at my feet.
Bare branches offer no protection.
Winds that cooled now chill,
and I dutifully seek shelter.

Tonight I will huddle by the fire
while flames consume summer dreams.
My skin will sear,
soul turn to ash.
Autumn's purge will be complete.


This is a Three Word Wednesday post.

8 comments:

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

I love the change in seasons... never thought of it as purging one for the next, though. To me, they blend into each other, seamless.

September 5, 2012 at 9:59 AM
jaerose said...

Autumn is a mixed blessing..purge is perfect..as the trees expel their leaves and the mush gathers and disappears on the treads of our shoes..lighting the fire is so fitting as a restful and reassuring full stop..jae

September 5, 2012 at 11:44 AM
Sheilagh Lee said...

a lovely poem

September 5, 2012 at 12:07 PM
Alice Audrey said...

I still want more Summer. Most years by the time the leaves are ready for the purge I'm fed up with the heat, but this year I didn't get enough of it. Whaaaah.

September 5, 2012 at 2:44 PM
themirthofdespair said...

I enjoyed this a lot.

September 5, 2012 at 11:44 PM
oldegg said...

We are in a quandary as we both laud decry each season as it leaves or sets upon us. Sadder is their counting and each spring gives false hope and each autumn tolls a bell for us.

September 7, 2012 at 6:44 AM
RMP said...

beautiful. I don't care much for the beach--don't really like the sand, but sandcastles for them I would get down and sandy. Really liked the second stanza. Ahh but that middle line...nicely penned.

September 8, 2012 at 3:07 PM
RMP said...

beautiful. I don't care much for the beach--don't really like the sand, but sandcastles for them I would get down and sandy. Really liked the second stanza. Ahh but that middle line...nicely penned.

September 8, 2012 at 3:08 PM