Summer’s Requiem

Edward Marecak

Edward Marecak

The summer’s spent
the green field lies mown
the orchard fruit has fallen
the acre of oats turned under
the pumpkin patch is golden
the vineyard gone to raisin
Summer’s done went

With it gone the sun
the trees begin to shiver
the shadows slip in sooner
the moon is somehow swollen
the morning fog far thicker
the spider’s web aquiver
Summer’s fire done

Yet upon the autumn
the summer’s laid a cover
the glorious spread of color
the patchwork quilt October
the reds & greens & amber
with stitches all of silver
Summer’s Requiem

“Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle
Everything I do is stitched with its color.” ~ W.S. Merwin


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to Summer’s Requiem

  1. Maureen says:

    beautifully descriptive. Here in New Zealand winter is just leaving


  2. glorious words for a glorious season

    Liked by 1 person

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