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.
Sarah Russell Poetry 