Summer’s End


And so it is with a touch
of melancholy that I reach
far beneath my bed to retrieve
my shoes, the ones that seem
to delight in trapping my bare feet
in unforgiving leather, as if to restrict
the freedom I’d spent a summer cultivating

Idle days are behind me now
those endless days traversing stories
in my mind as I raced to capture each adventure
on paper, reliving long walks through green hills that rolled on
as far as my eyes could see, smelling smoke as forests
burned with an acrid mist that somehow never lifted, muffling
howls of each creature as it tried to hide from the flames
and I, with each stroke of my pen, led it to safety

Done now are the long hours spent in the sun
conjuring mysteries washed in the scent of beach rose
and ocean breezes that invited a tale of wayward tourists
and a mean-spirited seagull that tormented every child
eating a sandwich on the blanket spread across the sand
No, soon enough those children and I will return to the world
of textbooks and tight shoes and tethered reality
Summer vacation is over

photo: mine
prompt: The Sunday Whirl – Wordle 365, #godoggocafe


  1. I adore the deep imagery of your poem, you created a gentle dreamy vision of your vacation time.
    And I’d like to thank you for following my blog/website, muchly appreciated, and I hope you enjoy reading my humble writings, and I’m from Geelong, Australia.
    It’s so very gracious of you to reblog my poem, for which I am truly grateful. I think maybe you read my poem through the Go Dog Go Cafe site, on which I’ve recently posted a few of my poems, and if so, what a marvellous sharing idea it is.


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