Softly the end of summer nights will sing A calling on the wind that crickets bring For all that still keeps my heart lamenting Now soon even the songbirds will not sing
For deep into the valley does the stream flow Into gurgling brook drifts the leaves that fall When busy days of life begin to slow Then such a sudden breeze will bring a squall
Stormy clouds drifting by with anxious rush Past lazy sun that rises less and less So when the ever growing night will hush That first killing frost anyone will guess
For short is the season was summer best Now as autumn winds blow north by northwest
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
Writing about little clues that define a changing of season here in New England.
Hi, Yankee4you, A couple of weeks ago, to my great dismay, a few leaves of the dogwood in my backyard turned, allowing me to well relate to the poet's For short is the season was summer best. No matter how much I love autumn, it is hard to say good-bye to summer. Thanks for sharing your Summer’s Endlament with us. It's good to see you back in Poet's Corner.
Hi I rarely go to the poetry corner, meanwhile I like to read poems Thank you for sharing your poetry, keep it up your great work Enjoy the next season
Hi Joy, Many Thanks.... yes 200 miles further up the north there's a little more than just a wee smattering of color cresting the crowns of the sugar maples....
Hi Francie...You should drop by more often..... Thank You !!
Serenity4twoDonegal, IrelandSep 14, 2013
Yankee4you , thankyou very much , it is nice to meet you too I have been posting poetry here on and off for a year now I have just read your poem again today ...well done again --best wishes -Fiona
CloudySkyMoreno Valley, California USASep 15, 2013
Can't say I am seeing the signs of Autumn here yet, but enjoyed this very much. Beautiful imagery in your words.
Well Im in Florida and needless to say, humid, hot , and rainy. But yes the changing of season have their own beauty and me being a temporary resident in the New England area can see the change . You painted a pleasant image here. Good stuff...JEsse
beautifulyouNew York, USASep 16, 2013
This is lovely Yankee, how the cycle of life, moving from one state of being to another, can move the human heart into its very depths
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enjoyed reading this --regards F
A couple of weeks ago, to my great dismay, a few leaves of the dogwood in my backyard turned, allowing me to well relate to the poet's For short is the season was summer best. No matter how much I love autumn, it is hard to say good-bye to summer. Thanks for sharing your Summer’s End lament with us. It's good to see you back in Poet's Corner.
I rarely go to the poetry corner, meanwhile I like to read poems
Thank you for sharing your poetry, keep it up your great work
Enjoy the next season
I have been posting poetry here on and off for a year now I have just read your poem again today ...well done again --best wishes -Fiona
how the cycle of life, moving from one state of being to another, can move the human heart into its very depths
Ty for sharing such sweet lament