So technically, summer's end is still a long way away. But we'll soon be headed back to school, so in my mind, this sonnet about Labor Day is appropriate.
State Fair Fireworks, Labor Day
by Maryann Corbett
Look up: blazing chrysanthemums in rose
shriek into bloom above the Tilt-a-Whirls,
hang for a blink, then die in smoky swirls.
They scream revolt at what the body knows:
all revels end.
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8 comments:
Ruth, I hear those crickets counting summer down! In late summer, a sense of impending sadness usually follows me. I see it in our hydrangea, ready for its peak bloom and the tree across the way that already wears a hint of orange. But, "State Fair Fireworks" reminded me to look forward to pumpkins and fairs as well!
Maryann Corbett really takes us for a ride! So much motion in that poem. Thanks for sharing it, Ruth!
I'm with the crickets! Summer is my least favorite time of year, and has been since I was a kid. I can't wait for it to be over and for school to return.
Thanks for sharing.
From fireworks and tilt-a-whirl to silence and crickets, this poet takes us on the wild ride that is summer. I'm with Tricia. Skip the fireworks and bring on the crickets!
I'm with those crickets...moaning summer's end!
Oh that last line with the crickets. This is such a great study in imagery (and sounds!).
Oh, do I feel this countdown. This is my last free week. xo
Ah, "the crickets counting summer's seconds down." This brings back memories from before my husband retired from teaching a couple of years ago. For me, it was the nightly hum of the cicadas that signaled that his (all too short) summer was coming to a close. :)
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