When Summer's Gone

As summer exits – stage left Shall we afford it a standing “O” Bask in the fireworks of its bounty Weep for the hoar frost tinged roses Shall we long for one more breath of heat As tans fade on our bus stop children Laugh at the faceless pumpkin gatherings Run through the “pick your own” orchids Will we bid adieu to a dimming sunshine Chase our shrinking shadows through dry grass Rollick in the too soon crisp of leaves Gaze at the arrow tips of geese Let us sit and tell our stories Of secrets shared when summer’s gone