It’s not really the end of the summer (thankfully!), but I’m sharing this poem because I wrote it around he the same time as the writerly musing I just posted on Monday.
I wrote these two pieces at the very end of a wonderful summer, as the days grew shorter and cool weather approached, but I’m posting them now (in the spring of 2020) because it seemed appropriate in light of the COVID pandemic.
Because all seasons, no matter how good or bad, do come to an end.
The sands of time
Hope is lost
Lost is found
The shaky ground
That come again
And summer ends
– written August 28, 2012
as the seasons of life (and of my life)
began to shift