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Between Summer and Fall

by George Hoerner

summer is gone like
last year’s summer
and those before
sliding through September
hesitating on the cusp of October

then gone like lost love
slipping away between kisses
too hesitant or too heroic
to save the moment from
falling through the cracks
between summer and fall

as almost deserted beaches call
but the only response is
from lonely seagulls screeching
that if their food is gone
can life be far behind


Posted on 10/01/2009
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/01/09 at 04:28 PM

You do so delightfully capture this my favorite poetic season. The transition from life to death - the "falling" and "sliding" speak the unique movement of this season that you so beautifully portray. Well done, George.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/04/09 at 11:52 AM

this powerfully worded ode possesses the wisdom of the Old Man and the Sea. and the lesson is the Fish, which we struggle so hard to get on board, this Fish which is essentially our lives, but as we lug the flesh of it to port, it is reduced to skeletal remains, by baser appetites unknown to us, something in the order of what will happen to the flesh of us, we the Fish who are being carted to shore by the Seasons.

Posted by Wendy Sparling on 10/06/09 at 04:34 AM

I love the way you made this poem glide into Fall. Soft flexible leaves transform into crisp firey blankets covering our forest floor. Fall is my favourite Season. Thanks for your brilliant write.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/12/09 at 12:29 AM

Very astute comparison. (Every now and then I feed those seagulls with old bread Richard collects and keeps in his storage area.)

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