Murray – Summer’s Gone…..

Summer’s Gone…..

Finally, I’m here at the cottage
I’ve waited weeks for the annual invitation
used to come up for the long weekend
go boating, walk around the bay.
Now the family has grown
I have to wait until a bed is free
Summer never lasts long.

Curled up in a deck chair on the dock
I gaze at the restless lake
Cool winds chill
sailboats a Monet print
It’s too rough to kayak.
Towel wrapped round my legs
fleece jacket about my shoulders
I won’t relent.

Rose sips hot coffee in her wet swimsuit
“I live in my bathing suit at the cottage” she says
She was in the hot tub this morning
I sipped hot coffee,
tried to read the paper wrapped in a blanket.
I’d worried about sunburn
packed aloe and flimsy summer things
No jeans, sweaters, socks.

My throat catches, not a cold?
Wasn’t I just watering thirsty roses,
seeking shade from scorching heat?
Though cool temperatures and winds off the lake
hint at autumn
This first day of September
We cling to sandals and capris.

 

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