Looking Back on Summer
Onward dance the dance of summer;©10/13/2013 Carol Welch
see corn tassels fast emerging .
Swaying of the ox eye daisy,
children counting out, "He loves me."
Duckweed, green upon the farm ponds,
dog days follow, morning haze.
Dance the dance of dews much cooler,
toes that crave a bit of cover,
cold feet, morning; heat at noontime.
Skip along; blackberries gather,
time, now, to glance back on summer,
look as sumac hints at red.
Although we accept your leaving,
your adieu we tend to sidestep
Things good end, but please don't hasten.
summer two thousand thirteen.