A saddened farewell in paths of fun
To all that came in our days
So long to moments of timeless go
And greeting to routine craze.
An instant seen, felt warmly in light
And laughter upon the ground
Swaying of leaves and antics of swans
A summer of joy, profound.
Gaming shifts gears, a classroom of noise
Distractions filling the air
The race to play on grassy green hills
And backyards solemn and bare.
Memories won’t fade as newness clouds in
United, backpacks collect
A new face or shoe or shirt attracts
Fresh starting they all are decked.
Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Cute wistful ode to summer’s passing, Paula. Makes my heart ache. 🙂 M.
Yes but there is so much inspiration in fall too. Must enjoy it before it’s over.