Tail End of Summer
They’re already putting out purple mums
in the nurseries, like displaying
Christmas trees before Thanksgiving.
Like everyone else, they’ve given up
on summer. No one goes to the pool
or puts a boat in the water,
air too heavy to breathe, spirits
sodden, weighed down by a season
past its prime.
This is a day depleted by summer
with autumn not quite here,
a forlorn, abandoned time of year,
the tail-end of summer, spirit-less,
it lingers. We’re ready for back
Love: Giving up on summer…
A season past its prime…
And a great ending (as usual).
Enjoyed how you capture that rushing the season moment – I tried to find a pair of shorts one summer and they were already filling the racks with winter coats! Love the poem although I was never ready to go back to school.
Going back to school can be a positive for some, drudgery for many…