Shaking Off Summer
by MFrost Delaney
Last week I heard geese honking overhead.
September still holds summer in its grip
so it feels much too early for their move.
Yet they know things I don’t, so they may prove
their journey right to start before the dip
of mercury. My want of fall, instead
of wallowing in August-misplaced-heat,
is boosted by each honk I can recall.
And then this morning … rustles catch my ear.
It’s wind that rousts up leaves, and rain to clear
the heavy air. So I’m not sad at all
that sun’s recessed. To make my joy complete
the pitchy smell of pines is all around.
Be gone you dog days! I am autumn-bound.