Poem: “End of Summer”

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I don’t have much to say today but I thought I would share this poem, and even though I found it recently–I love it dearly. Particularly the second-to-last stanza, because it reminds me that even though life moves quickly, it is okay to sit back and reflect on the days that have gone by this season.

End of Summer” by Stanley Kunitz

An agitation of the air,

A perturbation of the light

Admonished me the unloved year

Would turn on its hinge that night.

I stood in the disenchanted field

Amid the stubble and the stones,

Amazed, while a small worm lisped to me

The song of my marrow-bones.

Blue poured into summer blue,

A hawk broke from his cloudless tower,

The roof of the silo blazed, and I knew

That part of my life was over.

Already the iron door of the north

Clangs open: birds, leaves, snows

Order their populations forth,

And a cruel wind blows.

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