Summer's End
This can't be our last 80 degree day
it's Columbus Day
where are the marchers?
I'll tell you where
they are all at the beach, droves of them,
adults, children, dogs
jumping in and out of the water
to retrieve balls.
Two parking fields, jammed with cars.
I keep circling till I finally see a car leaving.
Thinking to myself "why are you leaving?
This is your last day of sun and fun."
The news reports are already of
cold rainy days ahead.
I don't want to believe them.
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Beautiful poem with a soft message of terror.
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Enjoyed this piece, Estelle.
"The news reports are already of
cold rainy days ahead."
I like the poem. Good closing line.
"The news reports are already of / cold rainy days ahead. / I don't want to believe them."
Very good.
Susan, Sam & Bill
thanks for reading and liking this poem.
All seasons are more or less alike on the left coast, but I remember how sad we felt on Labor Day when everybody pulled in the docks at the lake. Cold snowy days ahead where I lived. *
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This reminds me of my grief last year when everybody here in the mildest part of Canada was complaining about "the heat" (it was a mere 80 degrees Fahrenheit). And I foolishly nodded to them. And then it turned out that was the last warm day of the year! This year I didn't make that mistake. I celebrated every bit of every warm day and refused to collude in any complaints.
yes Jack, the boats are all in for the rest of the year, sad.
Thanks for the read.
Beate, 80 degrees in Canada, sounds swell to me. Glad you celebrated every warm day. Lets hope we have a warm winter.
the "I keep circling till I finally see a car leaving." made me think this was written by a bird. are you a bird, perhaps, a poetic bird? then perhaps you can just fly south for the cold season. what about the italian blood, doesn't it warm you from the inside? really enjoyed this!
oh Marcus how I would love to be a bird. Just think, I could fly anywhere I want to, yes, especially south in winter. Guess my half italian isn't keeping me warm enough.
wish the other half could help out. thanks, like hearing from you
You create sunshine on a cloudy day, telling a good story in a positive way.
The sun is shining since I have read your comment.