Wednesday, September 21, 2022

The Way a Summer Disappears

 

Happy (Sad) Last Day of Summer
 (Insert brave smile😢)

(Ignore date on cover of slideshow of a very
lovely last day of summer!))





It is as old as smiles and tears
The way a summer disappears
The way a bud unfolds bloom-art
The way a baby steals a heart
The way the voyage of the sun
Knows when another day is done
The way dust settles and crowds fade
After the last inning is played
A flit of yellow butterfly
A bitty bee buzz-buzzing by
A silver diamond-sparkle splash
A bright pink popsicle mustache 
A wave washing the sandy beach
Corn on the cob, a dripping peach
A whisper of leaf-lullaby
A spark that spirals to the sky
A ripple on a turquoise lake
A candle on a birthday cake
A brown-eyed Susan fringed footpath
A grand illusion aftermath
A picnic lunch, a cup of tea
A swing ride high as high can be
A puddle spangled with raindrops
A muddle of mothers and tots
A meadow('s) lark, a cricket's trill
A golf ball rolling down the hill
A shadow-stippled, stubbled slope
A tug-of-war twixt hurt and hope
(And always, always, autumn wins)
Wheelbarrow heaped with squeals and grins
A dance in crocs, flipflops, bare feet
An echo-Rembrandt, bittersweet 
A task-drill run rife with Reward
A basket filled with 'thank-you Lord'
A canning pot, a kitchen, hot
Garden-fare rush, ready or not
A mellowing of green and gold
Of aches and pangs of growing old
As loss and love and longing brim
A dahlia-hallelujah hymn
A happiness that overflows
Like petals from a withered rose 
A boo-boo, blisters, band-aids, bugs
A hello kiss and goodbye hugs
A hard day’s work, a holiday
Is how a summer slips away

© Janet Martin





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