The last day of summer


Rosy orbs of sunlight and dew
hang heavy in the last weak summer sun


A bite of heaven
or a jar of jewels


The earth harvest-heavy
for the ten-thousandth time


Hands of the thousandth generation scratched and old
and aching for rest in the soil they tend


The sun sends one last beckoning light
and returns to the other side of the earth


turns another world into day
and ours into night.