At Summer’s End

This year has been different.

Rays of sunshine ricochet
off an already golden lake–
a cue that summer is ending
not in ghostly whispers of warmth
but in beams of blinding lights
and the deafening hum of cicadas.

The peaches, too, signal
the seasonal close;
they have now fallen
from their trees,
littering the sidewalk with their
pointy-ended pits
and summoning a collection
of bees and wasps
that I don’t dare shoo away.

This year has been different.

I have not once needed
to wash the scent of campfire
from my hair
nor have I cruised the town
after a 9 pm sunset
with a friend in the passenger’s seat,
breathing in the dusk air of the city
side by side.

But summer will not wait
for me to experience it.
It does not care about the circumstances
that have prevented me
from taking part in these
yearly traditions.

No, summer will end
on its own time
and of its own accord,
just as it always does.

Photo by Heiner from Pexels

How was that for some summertime sadness?

My suggestion this week is one that takes me back to my childhood. When I was young, one of my favorite shows was Gullah Gullah Island, a sweet children’s series that showcased the Gullah culture of coastal regions of South Carolina and Georgia as well as the Sea Islands off those coasts. Looking back, the fact that this show so boldly and positively portrayed an African American culture of which most children likely had very little if any knowledge was huge for representation. I miss that show. I cannot think of anything similar on TV at the moment, though, of course, I could be wrong and would love to be corrected if you know of any live action children’s shows that showcase a particular culture. There are a few places to buy it online or I believe that it is still available to be streamed on Noggin if you have access to that. In any case, this DefunctTV episode about the show is very well done and brought me to nostalgic tears.

25 thoughts on “At Summer’s End”

  5. Beautiful poem Joy. I feel the same about summer ending. I do love Autumn, but I am a bit sad that summer has ended without me indulging fully in her splendor. Especially those magical summer nights. But as you say, “it does not care about the circumstances.” Sigh…..so I suppose I’ll start indulging in Autumn nights now. 🙂

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    1. I’d love to partake in autumnal experiences, too! Frolicking over crunchy leaves seems like a good way to do it while social distancing. Do you have any other ideas of how to indulge?

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    1. Thanks, Ben! Your writing is amazing, too! Sorry that I haven’t had the time to comment on it lately, just know that I’m still reading and enjoying!

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