Summer’s End
I could see it coming
The State Fair sealed it’s fate
Summer is ending
It’s about too late
For beaches and lightening bugs
Searing sunshine
Grandkids on weekday hikes
Time to call mine.
The corn is ripening
The stalks readying for fall
Harvest is around the bend
I hear the combine call.
The day ends sooner
The butterflies flit by
Darkness comes quicker
Sherman the farm dog and I both sigh.
Our late evening walks
turn late morning and early afternoon
Because the daylight
Will be gone too soon.
The ghost of summer lingers
Its beauty one final full bloom
Holding it’s last hurrah
Before winter’s dark, cold, gloom.
The butterfly gleams
Shining during her fleeting moment in the sun
I will enjoy the sunshine
Before it is done.
Kay Hogan
Cute poem Cindy….so true! love reading your adventures!
Cindy
Thanks Kay!