Fall 2016

I wave bye bye  to summer

And the beehive in my yard.

I’m deflating all the pool toys

Which is more sad than hard.

 

The beaches are still open but

leaves are on the ground.

I can’t help buying pencils and

A bag to tote around.

 

I haven’t been in school full time

since 1983

But September always makes me sigh

And wish that it was me

 

who is

 

Cramming summer reading,

And catching up with friends,

And picking out my “first day” clothes

As if my life depends

 

On making good impressions,

And turning a new leaf,

But soon enough I realize

that me,

is just still me.

 

 

The air is subtly changing

I pull more toys from the pool.

And pretend I’m getting ready

for another
year

of school.