The End Of Summer Poem by valerie bellefleur

The book of summer was long overdue
Should have been returned to the library

I hesitated wanting to hold onto
Its pages of sunshine, blue skies

Balmy winds, beach barbecues
Days at the cottage, all my heavenly flowers

But I was reluctantly forced to return it
And check out the book of October

And although I pined for summer
I did enjoy the harvest moons

Falling leaves of golds and reds
Vivid sunsets and wheat fields

Children dressed for Halloween
Burning piles of sweet hickory leaves

I knew the books of winter and spring
Were waiting for me back on that shelf

And as time went by, I would learn
How to love these seasons also