Every year I grieve the loss of summertime. Even as she entered in June with fireflies flitting around her knees, she exits in September giving of herself to birth Autumn. The fall has its own creative glory but there is nothing like the extended light hours of summering late into the balmy nights. George Gershwin had it right: “Summertime and the living is easy…” Life seems so much easier in so many ways then. So what to do with my summer loss grief? As a birthing nurse for many years, and a mother of six, my creative vision often sees in terms of delivering new life seasons. Summer is a woman laboring, giving herself up in the powerful work of birthing Autumn. With that in mind, thank-you for taking a moment to join me in bidding farewell to summer as equinox approaches. Blessings.
On last day of Summer
I muse on the breezes…
Like the Spirit Who blows
Wherever He pleases.
A new sadness abides
As her exit draws near
For Summer’s ripe presence
Has been fulfilled here.
And I sense her travail
To bring about birth
As faint signs of Autumn
Appear on the earth.
We embrace this last day
She bears down with her all
For in just a few hours
She will bring forth Fall.