The summer days are ending earlier
and my shadow draws long
as the sun flies across the sky
towards another summer passed by.
The mosquitoes buzz in my garden
around my red tomatoes
the watermelons are growing
and the figs are ripe and falling.
My basil went to seed the other day
the soft stems grow woody and stiff
the buds turn to flowers
and the leaves brown and drop away.
The hose is in the corner
coiled like a viper to strike
disconnected from the faucet
there is nothing that needs the its water.
The rains pour down from the heavens
and bring moisture to the soil
activating the seeds
and the roots of every weed.
And I sit in my lawn chair
and lean back with my tea
as summer comes to a close
and seasons juxtapose.
