The Way a Summer Disappears

Happy (Sad) Last Day of Summer (Insert brave smile😢) (Ignore date on cover of slideshow of a verylovely last day of summer!)) It is as old as smiles and tearsThe way a summer disappearsThe way a bud unfolds bloom-artThe way a baby steals a heartThe way the voyage of the sunKnows when another day is doneThe way dust settles and crowds fadeAfter the last inning is playedA flit of yellow butterflyA bitty bee buzz-buzzing byA silver diamond-sparkle splashA bright pink popsicle mustache A wave washing the sandy beachCorn on the cob, a dripping peachA whisper of leaf-lullabyA spark that spirals to the skyA ripple on a turquoise lakeA candle on a birthday cakeA brown-eyed Susan fringed footpathA grand illusion aftermathA picnic lunch, a cup of teaA swing ride high as high can beA puddle spangled with raindropsA muddle of mothers and totsA meadow('s) lark, a cricket's trillA golf ball rolling down the hillA shadow-stippled, stubbled slopeA tug-of-war twixt hurt and hope(And always, always, autumn wins)Wheelbarrow heaped with squeals and grinsA dance in crocs, flipflops, bare feetAn echo-Rembrandt, bittersweet A task-drill run rife with RewardA basket filled with 'thank-you Lord'A canning pot, a kitchen, hotGarden-fare rush, ready or notA mellowing of green and goldOf aches and pangs of growing oldAs loss and love and longing brimA dahlia-hallelujah hymnA happiness that overflowsLike petals from a withered rose A boo-boo, blisters, band-aids, bugsA hello kiss and goodbye hugsA hard day’s work, a holidayIs how a summer slips away © Janet Martin