The fireflies are dark. Katydids are quiet.
In the orchard, fruit fall startles deer.
Wind chimes sound oddly dull single notes.
Window cricket singing a death song too early.
Temperature falling, I pull blankets around us.
Tag summer
Only a Season
Sometimes when I am writing a poem in the ronka form, it just won’t fit into the little 7X5 box I created.
Here is one of those poems.
Summer is only a season.
We teach,
and then we are gone.
What more can we do
but plant a few seeds
and hope for rain?
Queen Anne’s Lace
Queen Anne’s Lace
An elegant name for what is often
considered a weed. Wild carrot. White flower.
It recalls a runner my mother placed
on the dining room table for holidays.
A red drop from a wine glass.
Goose Summer
These mild, like summer, autumn days float
with gossamer clouds and filmy spider webs
moving slightly in the breeze and geese
wedging to the lake overhead as I
take off my goose-down vest and rest.
“Goose Summer” is a Middle English term for this kind of late summer weather. See my etymological explanation at whynameitthat.blogspot.com/…indian-summer-gossamer-and-goose-summer