On such a marvelous, fair gift of a day as this, I am strongly reminded that I am not ready to give up Summer’s outdoor glory. As magical as Autumn is, nothing can compare to the light-filled days lasting into balmy, celebratory outdoor nights. This short poem attempts to capture such moments and the rich gratitude for the sounds of summer that remain on this September day.
Crisp and roaring,
Freshly tuned and standing on tiptoes
Is the symphonic choral assembly
Of deep September crickets,
Weaving on the breezes
Those extraordinary, blending, swelling sounds
In response to evening’s uplifted conducting baton
And announcing to my glad heart
That it’s not over yet.
Summer.
2 replies on “Not Over Yet”
I agree 1000 percent. I’m not ready to give it up, yet!
Hey Marilyn,
Thanks for your comment which is very encouraging to me. Seems like we wait here in the Northeast for a very long time each year until Spring and Summer come along to break free more light. Blessings to you!