Waiting for Summer’s End
The sun is disappearing little by little
or is it minute by minute?
What I mean to say is that the end
is coming, the end of summer,
the end of this man-made time,
the clock on the wall twisted
into some unknown language
the birds will never understand.
But they do understand light
and dark and the unbearable heat
that cooks their young
until they abandon the nest
and flies are seen
swarming around it.
7 thoughts on "Waiting for Summer’s End"
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I think about this a lot—end of summer, end of world as we know it. I hope for a flourishing world for my grand children, but admit I am worried, great poem.
What a beautifully dark poem in summer clothing…Starts off carefully and then gets to the point when there is no light, no air…the end is here–no return.
The first lines are a great set up for those last 6 lines to turn you inside out. This is an amazing poem.
Thank you for all your poetry!
Beautiful eco-poem. I enjoyed being introduced to your work this year. I plan to go back and read what I’ve missed. Hope to see you next year.
Thank you. I’ve enjoyed your work too. This has been fun, my first time but I will definitely be back next year.
I love the poem’s concreteness and obliqueness
I love so many lines in this gem – the man-made time, the language the birds will never understand. Thanks!
Many great lines in this. That is a tremendous turn near the end.