A stealthy summer segue comes upon us.
Maples launch whirlygigs twirling down
into crispy leaf mounds
that delight shrieking kids
jumping at parasol milkweed seeds floating by.
Patio furniture yearns to come inside for the coming times
along with migrating field mice
seeking warmth from now summer silent furnaces.
There is assurance in knowing we have
an envelope of comfort waiting to shelter us.
Now, amid pumpkins, bonfires, and apple cider doughnuts,
we celebrate change with our harvest of bounty,
a transition stolen from folks in Texas, Florida and Puerto Rico,
who find their reality of change despair
strewn around them as flotsam, flattened trees, and besotted loss.
A seasonal shift with hope berift
-Jerry Wendt 2017
