Today Is The Last Day Of Summer Poem by Francis Duggan

It is the last day of the Summer and close to if not thirty degrees
The sunny sky is blue and cloudless and there's warmth in the gentle breeze
The cat in the shade she is resting out of the sunlight she finds ease
And in the silence of early evening birds don't sing or chirp on the sunlit trees.

The first day of March is tomorrow the first day of the Southern Fall
A warm beginning to Autumn though gray haired old Tessa recall
Days in March and April in the mid thirties in her young years decades ago
When she says she has known warmer endings to Summer I believe her since she ought to know.

Today is the last day of Summer though the leaves on the ash are not yet brown
And too warm for children to play ball in the park at the east side of Town
'Tis not been a very warm Summer that's what those who ought to know say
But any day in the low thirties to me is a very warm day.

Today is the last day of Summer and around the trees and bushes nearby
The brown butterflies and their white cousins in the warm sunlight of the evening fly
Tomorrow is the first day of Autumn and to Summer a warm goodbye
And alone with my thoughts in the sunshine how many more Summers have I?