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.