Change of Seasons

Sarah Russell

The second of my poems published by Lothlorien Poetry Journal.

Change of Seasons

Summer turns sullen in August,  
stubborn with laggard heat,  

even as the maples start to blush 
and geese grow restless, taking great,  

noisy practice turns from pond to field.  
Castanets of crickets fill the night,  

and fireflies blink farewell. I gather  
the zealous bounty of zucchini  

and tomatoes, find caterpillars  
living large on my prized basil.  

Come evening, after the stagnant  
midday, I feel the first cool breeze  

of autumn. I breathe it in like a traveller  
at the gate, asking for a drink from the well. 

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