Summer's End

Summer ended weeks ago -
I could tell by the way
The sun one morning fell -
Like a slant of light
On a day in fall.

But heat sits heavy in September still -
Like a stubborn squatter
Refusing to move.

So I wait - for the clear high prospect
And the clean slate, for possibilities
Skipping like leaves down windy streets,
For the brisk step and earth's subtle shift
Towards a new light.


Winter is months away
And even fall is not yet here,
But the low road and the long view
Of the year are coming,
And I hold on and wait.