How Heartless the Year's Closing Can Be

Now, a galloping wind our early warning
winter's on the march,
we scurry to gather the last few

provisions, resigned time

ran out on our sunny procrastinations. 

I mourn the dusty leaves

ignored through months (seasons

reading left too late) 

which ones to keep, what 

tomes might kindle better.

How heartless the year's closing can be,
so soon a summer spent,

hours clipped from the calendar

like straggly carrots, missed beet
grubbed from a townie's garden.

Ken e Bujold

©2020

Author's Note

a revised 2nd verse after careful consideration of good friend Winston Munn's insightful advice

Reviews

[JD Major]

Wistfully Written, and so Well.
Gotta say though, that the ending of a (scorching, global-warmed) summer is not as sad as it used to be.
JD

[Ken e Bujold]

thank you for review JD

[W. Barrett Munn]

I like all but especially the opening stanza.
Winston

[Ken e Bujold]

thanks. wasn't certain what i had here.