Come September
last wisps of summer
float along the empty shore
a cool mist slowly rolls in
ready for change
school bells ring
lawn mowers silent
squash left in the garden
shadows get longer
waves catch soft light
sand pails abandoned
beach plums wither
along the shore line
sandpipers scatter
carrying summer secrets
Copyright © Joan C. Fingon | Year Posted 2020
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