The Waving Of The Wand Poem by Susan Lacovara

I am fooled by the blue of today's sky
Tricking my eye to think of July
And how a salty breeze tastes
From the warmth of my furnace fed room
I pretend that summer is not gone
There is time to tan
And take lazy steps near a shore

Not ready for the turning back of clocks
Instead I wish to sit on docks
Dangling my feet without shoes and socks
Where diving ducks waste their days
Swimming their small circles
In a sunlit haze

Yes tricked, from within these walls
I can her the swirls of seagulls
Sweeping down to where the shells
Surrendered themselves on that beach
I teach my thought to return
To dunes and driving pounding surf
When winter waits to show her face

I am tricked by the slight of hand
That this season shields from my stare
Stuck somewhere between
Autumn cares not if I am prepared
To face the building winds alone
And knowing I have no other choice
But to pack my sand castle self
And move towards the shifting gales
I gather thee smooth rocks and seaglass
To stuff inside my pockets
So pretty to place on windowsills
When watching the first snow fall