Summer Retreats

Here is another poem that just appeared in the  Rochester Post Bulletin, December 2015.  It’s been a very mild winter here so far in the midwest, and even so, summer has retreated.  Enjoy!

Summer Retreats                                                (c) 2015


Corn yellows in fields

and the smell of burning wood

fills the air. Wooly caterpillars

inch their way across trails, and leaves

the color of bark, fall, and land

in my dying marigolds.


Summer retreats to the other hemisphere,

yet she’ll return suddenly

and fill the day with a sun so yellow

and such abundant warmth that we almost forget

she’s really gone, till night comes

sooner and cooler.


The turning of seasons

takes place between a chorus of crickets

and the springing leap of grasshoppers.