Summer's End

Summer’s end is not the corn dolly

hanging from barn rafters.

No booming fireworks eulogize her. 

No riderless horse drags her effigy

through the harvest parade. . .

 

Rather she comes uneventfully,

softly, in creeping fog and morning glories,

 

in the unfolding of little back yards

strung with empty clotheslines,

 

and in the sudden urge to bake apples.
A quiet requiem, summer’s end.

Reviews

[Re-Pete]

Kind of sad but one season's end is another's beginning. They do seem to creep up on us unsuspectingly. You've captured that so well here. "No riderless horse drags her effigy through the harvest parade. . ." Nice job. Enjoyed this very much.

[Lisa Lindsey]

Thanks very much, Pete! Appreciate it.

[Lydia Shutter]

The little hints of a season leaving us and another taking over. The calendar pages turn and do not cause a fanfare, but we feel those changes. A lovely write....so soft. Lydi**

[Lisa Lindsey]

You felt it perfectly, Lydi. Thank you. Our change from summer to fall happens so subtly at first here in Southwest Ohio. With the time change you can really “feel” it now. (See, I’m up with the birds too! Lol)

[Lydia Shutter]

You always were, Lisa!

[Gee]

A beautiful description of a seasons change, my favourite read so far.

[Lisa Lindsey]

Thanks so much!

[1VJ]

I haven't had the urge to bake apples yet, but this is quite comforting. :) Skillful portrayal.

[Lisa Lindsey]

The end of every season deserves its own eulogy, something especially sad about summer's end although autumn is my favorite season. Thanks for the lovely review!

[1VJ]

I so agree, and my pleasure! I'm enjoying Fall more and more these days.

[Robert Haigh]

Nicely described. Quite poetic!

[Lisa Lindsey]

Thank you Robert!

[Kelly Scheppers]

I could nestle myself within the circumference of a chair and read this, over and over again. You capture the seasons like no other, Lisa...and make us all yearn for their return!

I can't say what it means to me, having you here! ; )

[Lisa Lindsey]

Thanks Kelly! It's still very much summer here...and I'm longing for crisp candy apple weather. It won't be long now. I love your seasonal poems too, be they Maryland memories or California dreamin' :)