Summer’s Departure

Summer’s Departure 

Tap, tap, tap…the rain caresses 
the skylight glass. Its tender touch
dances with the roof before I notice the 
plop, plop, plopping on the earth outside. 
Like drowsiness upon waking, 
the pitter patter muffles 
through the double panes and insulation. 

With summer’s departure, my bones 
are brittling. The Harvest moon already came 
& lit up the night sky. The frost on the grass 
has given her warning.  My thick cotton sweater & 
warm wool socks wrap me 
in a reassuring hug. 

I sit on the leather chair in the living room,
my feet propped on the ottoman.
The spruce tree outside 
the window sways in autumn’s 
wind, her limbs dancing with
gratitude at earth’s saturation. 

The coffee with its chocolaty beans 
and velvety cream is rich as it moves 
through me, saving me from thoughts 
of winter’s arrival, bringing me to 
now, where I am
warm and soft as a blanket. 

I wrote this poem in the early fall of 2020. This year we are having record warmth and summer is lingering, although I know it will not be long before the words of this poem are truth again.

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