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