Summer is Ending

For Kerry’s prompt at Real Toads. She uses the poem, Trees by Joyce Kilmer. The line of departure is: a poem as lovely. It is to be a micropoem,, 12 lines or fewer.  I also have redone my About page, in case anyone is interested

Summer is Ending
Butter yellow sun is spread
luxuriously on grass, leaves, trees, and our deck –
soft sounds of cicadas and crickets humming –
the quiet sound of summer winding down,
Today the first feeling of autumn is in the air –
a bit of cool instead of humid heat,
the garden is fading, jars of veggies in rows,
the last cucumber picked and pickled,
the smell of drying grass and leaves is in the air.
I stand in the midst of it soaking it all in –
no poem can be as lovely as a day like today.

canned veg and pickles

32 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. coalblack
    Aug 15, 2018 @ 22:28:10

    So long, summer. You depict the late season so well.


    • kanzensakura
      Aug 15, 2018 @ 23:31:19

      Thank you dear Shay. I felt it today for the first time, I smelled it. And the sky was the perfect aki no sora – autumn sky, that purest most intense blue


  2. annell4
    Aug 16, 2018 @ 10:04:55

    Amazing, at the thought of your pickles, I can see them and taste them.


  3. Laura Bloomsbury
    Aug 16, 2018 @ 11:09:27

    or as lovely as your poem – delicious first line to set the taste buds ready for the pickles


  4. Pat: willow88switches
    Aug 17, 2018 @ 10:36:22

    Ah, yes, the transitions, the wonder of finally stopping to catch one’s breath after the sweltering summer – as it softly yields … this is absolutely delightful Toni – a real treasure for the senses, from the opening line, which is delicious – for the evocation, and the colour, and then the next line, wow – it evokes a sort of wistfulness, even for all the pleasures to come – all those preserves, that “hard” work (which it is, but oh the rewards) ….

    this poem is one of my faves Toni – really, you’ve spoken from your heart!

    (by the way, you didn’t actually link to the prompt – I might have missed this wonderful post if your words didn’t show up in my reader)


  5. Sherry Marr
    Aug 17, 2018 @ 11:30:21

    It is so sudden, how summer turns towards fall. Your canning looks wonderful. I love the satisfaction and enjoyment evident in your poem. Life is good!


  6. sanaarizvi
    Aug 17, 2018 @ 12:15:55

    This is so beautiful! I love the “soft sounds of cicadas and crickets humming”.. and the way you end this poem. ❤


  7. anmol(alias HA)
    Aug 17, 2018 @ 12:55:29

    Oh, this is plain beautiful — the comforting images paint a lovely picture of summer’s end and one can feel the words and this experience it with you. 🙂 ❤


  8. Kerry
    Aug 17, 2018 @ 15:13:09

    Seems to me you have captured the last of summer in these lines.


  9. Frank J. Tassone
    Aug 17, 2018 @ 16:36:00

    evocative imagery, so well-rooted in the present moment, and so full of that wistfulness of a passing season. Except your last line is mistaken: you’ve penned a poem as lovely as the day is evokes.


  10. Jim
    Aug 17, 2018 @ 17:40:16

    Nice, Toni. A lovely day is a lovely poem. Every time one of those pickle jars is opened is a lovely day in my world. I live homemade pickles, Mom made the best sweet pickles and pickled beets.
    I’ll sneak a look at your About page when I get to my laptop.


  11. MrsBednar
    Aug 17, 2018 @ 19:47:45

    A row of fresh canned goods IS a poem 🙂 Lovely!


  12. purplepeninportland
    Aug 17, 2018 @ 20:20:00

    It does sound like a perfect, lovely day.


  13. Rosemary Nissen-Wade
    Aug 18, 2018 @ 18:28:38

    Absolutely redolent of that time of year when summer begins to move into autumn, rivalling Keats’s ‘mellow mists and fruitfulness’. It sounds like the most perfect day!


  14. Sherry Marr
    Aug 19, 2018 @ 13:08:35

    Back again. I can feel the season turning. It seems to happen so suddenly. I enjoyed how you captured the change in the air so well.


    • kanzensakura
      Aug 19, 2018 @ 16:24:18

      Thank you Sherry. It is back to being hot as blazes again. I will be glad when the nip gets into the air for good.

      Sent from Mail for Windows 10



  15. kim881
    Aug 19, 2018 @ 15:11:03

    I’m there with you, Toni, spread with butter yellow sun! I like the sound of:
    ‘…the first feeling of autumn is in the air –
    a bit of cool instead of humid heat’,
    Just a shame the garden has to fade.
    I wanted to breathe in ‘the smell of drying grass and leaves’.


  16. Mary
    Aug 19, 2018 @ 16:21:46

    Yes, it is all so subtle, isn’t it? The change from summer to fall. I don’t feel it yet here…we have had a very hot stretch, but I know it is around the corner as the kids soon return to school.


  17. magicalmysticalteacher
    Aug 19, 2018 @ 22:13:20

    I remember the days of winding down from when I lived on a small farm in Pennsylvania. Now, however, all the days in the West seem to blur together without much distinction. I love your poem.


  18. priscillaking
    Aug 21, 2018 @ 09:27:09

    When I try to recall another poem about canning and August, what comes to mind is one of C.S. Lewis’s snarkiest–“Mortals remember, looking on the thing I am, that I, even I, was once a spring.” This one shows a real appreciation of late summer for what it is. Lovely!


  19. Carrie Van Horn
    Aug 21, 2018 @ 14:16:39

    So very true Toni….so very true! Love this!


  20. Magaly Guerrero
    Aug 21, 2018 @ 23:06:00

    I love this time of year, when Summer starts reaching for Autumn and dearest Autumn starts blowing cool kisses Summer’s way… Love the sounds in your poem, the look of your garden, but… some days, no poem can do what Nature does so perfectly.


  21. jaerose37
    Aug 22, 2018 @ 01:45:02

    Beautiful poem – I too loved the row of pickles…


  22. Vicki Rogers
    Aug 22, 2018 @ 13:47:50

    I really enjoyed this, lovely.


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