Summer over now.
Time to put things in boxes,
Stack books, haul water, move on.
Time, perhaps, for one last stretch in the quickening sun,
The colt on his very long legs, your yard awash in a sudden shower,
The fleeting delight of this
Summer almost gone. Time now,
To get back down to the business of things,
The unwashed dishes and unopened bills,
Before taking up where we left off
Just when the chill was seeping away
Just when we knew that the best of all
Was slipping off in another direction, or was, perhapsJust around the corner
- Miriam Adelman