SUMMERS END

    SUMMERS END                          TIM WILLIAMS         SEPT. 2015

SUMMER IS WANING,
I HEAR AUTUMN IN CONVERSATION WITH WINTER,
WHISPERING OF IT'S LEAF SHED PLAN, WITH THE WIND,
AND WINTER TALKS OF IT'S HIGHLIGHTS TO COME SNIGGERING,
WE ALL LOOK BACK ON A SUMMER,
THAT SPOKE LOUDLY EARLY ON,
BUT THEN FORGOT IT'S LINES, AND MUMBLED INCOHERENTLY
FOR THE REST OF IT'S STAY,
SO WE PACK AWAY SUMMER'S CLOTHES
SOME UNTOUCHED, BOUGHT IN HOPE,
LAYING THEM TO REST UNTIL NEXT YEAR
HOPEING THAT TOO MUCH CHRISTMAS TURKEY 
AND WINTER MONTHS AT THE HEARTH,
WILL NOT PREVENT NEXT YEAR'S FITTING,
MY WINTER COAT HANGS PREPARED,
AFTER BARELY ENOUGH TIME TO RECUPERATE
FROM LAST WINTERS BATTLES WITH THE ELEMENTS,
THE SEASONS MOVE ON RELENTLESSLEY,
WE ALL WATCH IN SILENCE, AND STORE THE LAST
PITIFUL RAY'S OF SUNSHINE IN JARS,
TO WARM OUR HEARTS AND SOULS
THROUGH WINTER'S POSSIBLE BAD TEMPER.