Summer winding down
A cool sheet drapes across the landscape,
Stifling humidity replaced by crispness –
What is this unfamiliar sensation?
Why, it feels like a bracing chill.
Late summer cicadas serenade the change,
Campouts and cookouts and parades do too.
Time to get in one last hurrah before things
Get even colder and uglier, at winter’s debut.
Once upon the spring we were exiting the misery,
Vacation plans were made and surging joy felt.
Now creaking houses and joints sigh with relief –
A break from hot outdoor activity and maintenance!
The indoor season is almost upon us,
Holidays will march past, a buildup towards
Christmas proceeds, until the grand finale!
Then a trudge downhill through frigid bleakness.
Spring will be somewhere ahead,
But it is so very hard to imagine
from the entrance to darkness.
Unable to go back, we must go on.
(c) 2011 Mike Wilson