The Return of the Poet

Yes, I was in the rhyming zone again today (the crowd groans). Sorry... Sometimes I guess I'm just inspired by stuff.

Summer's End

Cold and damp, the evening air, as October's end draws near;
The lazy warmth of the evening sun is gone until next year.

The leaves of many of the trees are turning red and gold
from the lack of the sunlight and from the night time cold.

Wood stove smoke hangs heavy in the cool, moist night time air,
and in the mornings fog and dew are not exactly rare.

Gone are the musical ice cream trucks, with their irritating tunes,
Replaced by quiet, empty darkness, and hazy orange full moons.

Pumpkin fields, awash in orange, are everywhere you look
and cornfields cut to mazes, like puzzles from a book.

Soon it will be Halloween and children of all sizes,
will be busy ringing doorbells in search of sweet surprises.

Witches, ghosts, and monsters are what they used to be
but now they're cartoon characters, and heroes from TV.

The favorite sport will also change, from one game to another,
instead of swinging baseball bats, they'll be tackling each other.

Bodies once totally bare to the hot, dry summer sun
are now covered completely, with no button left undone.

So put away your swimsuits and beach towels for a bit,
and dig out all your winter clothes to see if they still fit.

The sheets of satin ought to go as well, use flannel ones instead,
and spread the quilt that grandma made out over the bed.

With holidays just ahead, and everyone baking treats,
the diets will go out the window as everyone overeats.

Whether it's due to boredom or what, no one really knows,
But as least our overeating will be hidden by our clothes.

So if you end up feeling down, and melancholy too...
Just think ahead to summer, and you will make it through!

Ricky