It's Still Life

Goodbye to Summer

I’m reading this past summer
backwards. Like a book.
From a distance. And I’m
uncertain why I hold this
season in such high regard
because for most of it –

I was flushed hot, barely
able to breathe in dripping
humidity and swarthy air,
and then came those dry
sheets of wind and bright
green sin and shedding skin

from too much sun … and
of all the seasons I’d say
summer’s unconscionably vain.
I’m ready. Goodbye to you,
and let me feel autumn’s
morning glow and cool.

for Poetic Bloomings