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.