A Tearful End to Summer

I believe this was written last year like exactly a year ago...enjoy


A Tearful End to Summer

As Summer Ends I get even more reflective
Like a young mother rushing to send her kids off
To catch the fast approaching school bus
Or gently holding hands with the scared little
Child on the very first day of school

Sharply dressed with the latest fashions of the day
Never to forget the hippest of accessories as well
Praying my little girl can make it on her own
It can be so very cruel sometimes
Never counting on the tears the parents shed
When they are back home alone

Some months seem to go by like fast forward
September always has been that way for me

The end of summer brings a serious chill all around
Not just in the air but of the hearts and minds as well.
Morning frosts soon will come
More and more people begin to bundle up
Not just their clothing but their openness and emotions too.

Like the seasons change, people change with the passage of time
I’m feeling older yet immature and in the way
More and more with each passing day

Seriously jaded and slightly cynical
Less brilliant than the bright eyed school boy
I do so vividly remember from my past

The one that would come running home from school
Only to dart back out to catch the very last of the sun’s rays
A setting sun reminding me that the days will get shorter yet again

Will this summer love pass the test of time?
Changing leaves making me consider
the possible change of feelings I turn and face
an unexpected and uncertain future with greater frailty

The hardy fall mums beginning to bloom
And the healthy lawns of summer soon to be covered
Yet again with gently falling leaves, pine straw and cones

Oh autumn, why do you return with such a harshness today
Almost more painful in your subtle ways
Not quite as dramatic as your sister season
Who seems to arrive like unexpected company
Bringing the onslaught of gray snow banks and sloppy streets.
You seem to end with the magic of subtle snowflakes
But you come to take away the brightest of our days

The changing climates seem to have a bitter affect.
Hardening all of us as we come of age
We grow to understand that our time is far from limitless

We make new school friends and utter promises
To the boys of summer we hope to meet once again
Sending notes to long ago and far away acquaintances
As I realize more and more what could have been
Had I shared my life and spent my time more wisely

Oh September, you can be so painfully cruel
With the wisdom of an old sage you bring to us
Each and every fall as summer comes to a tearful end