Summer’s End - andrew zarrillo

[Larry Robinson]

Summer’s End
 
At 4:38 a.m. a mockingbird wakes to begin her concert. She prefers the topmost branches of the sycamore tree next door where she’s taken up residence. Throughout the day she entertains with a rapid succession of trills and chirps. 
 
Meanwhile, in the fig tree
 
a blue jay wipes its beak
 
against a branch
 
 
From April to October the “national pastime” follows the long arc of the growing season.  The highs and lows, wins and losses.  Now, baseball is reaching its climax with the World Series and it too will soon go dormant.
 
Game-ending error
 
shortstop stares into his glove
 
-- the crowd … stunned silent
 
 
This afternoon entire trees are on fire. The liquidambars in the neighborhood proclaim the season with a spectacle of trees aglow in yellow, russet, and crimson.
 
Falling maple leaf
 
catches the sun’s failing light
 
for the last time
 
 
It’s time once again for the autumnal ritual of cleaning the gutters—another reminder that the road ahead is shorter than the one I’ve already traveled.
 
	- andrew zarrillo
 
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