We justify the fading light and ignore the south bird call
Jackets come from closets where they’ve passed the summer days…
We pull them out reluctantly, yet bring them “just in case.”
The list of chores we wanted done – is either complete or now forgot.
That special thing we planned to do – is done or else it’s not.
No sooner than we pause to think on things we will remember…
The clock rolls forward.
Time moves on…
and August becomes September.
(c) Linda J. Pedley 09/2008