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.