When Summer Ends

When summer ends,

The air is strange, the mood estranged,

Winds begin, heat descends,

One wends one’s way

Across a browning lawn

To go back to the city, town.


Winter coming.

Urban living, job or studies,

Plain old washing dishes humming.

Kids in school again.

It could be you relax again.


When summer ends,

Visits, guests and nature over.

Leisure, in so many ways,

But as in everything, the flip side too.


Summer, fall and winter blends

Into one year


As in

Its antecedents.

Life goes on.


When Summer Ends 8.23.2017

Circling Round Nature II:

Arlene Corwin


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