poem of the day September 8

Where did summer go?

How did it drift by?

Did I sleep the time away?

I don't remember much

only that the world was 

stopped by interruption

Frozen in limbo back

somewhere in springtime

Do any of you remember?

Was the summer hot?

Did the birds come

into your courtyard?

Were the flowers beautiful?

The sunrises special?

Was the moon big and full?

I just don't know

When I finally opened my eyes

it was labor day 

Summer was over and

the virus was at the beach

swimming among the masses