Not Ready To Give Up Summer
In a few weeks I will forget that I had a wonderful summer tan.
It will be a stretch to remember what the beach felt like.
The rich lush flowers will turn brown, and their heads will shrivel up.
But for today, I am going to enjoy the last two days of summer.
The lilacs have been gone a few months, but I have crepe myrtles.
They are gloriously beautiful in fluffy heads of hot pink and lavender.
Hummingbirds are circling their red feeder, waiting their turn.
Squirrels have found a nut and are fighting over it. Not yet! I tell them.
Kansas is enjoying a seventy-one degree day. I could put my feet in the pool.
But I do not have to, and they are comfy. Maybe it will be warmer tomorrow.
Barely wore swimming suit this year; I lament this as days are running away.
Had no bonfire, for my friends are all social-distancing. Regret this too.
This summer has felt like the Twilight Zone. Only saw my grandchildren once.
Used to see them weekly. They are growing up, so that is okay; I understand.
A yellow leaf falls off my walnut and lands at my feet. I love watching it land.
Six more leaves drop. Not yet! I implore them, not ready to give up summer.
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