Summer Takes Its Final Bow
A Poem (Audio + Transcript)
Sitting at the edge of the Credit River, I see the Earth as she quietly transforms:
Spinning dancing twirling
Summer takes its final bow
And maple leaves kiss the ground
Warm air takes its leave and a familiar
Chill hugs our edges, leaving us
Nostalgic today
Auburn accents and muted greys colour the skies and earth below
Autumn gently tugs us close
Pulling the covers over us just so
We wait and want for nothing here
In the in between
It seems in this hidden moment
We start to truly see
What it is we long for which is home
In every season
And as we slowly uncover
Home is where we’ve always been
