a last weekend of summer

against clear sky the colours stand out
green yellow red the summer fading
but not yet done still far from done

today we do not swelter and are grateful
this is summer as we remember from the days
we were children and the light hung long

on the green and the dirty air still evoked honey
and not emphysema or cancer when the rain
that comes cleans and the light is lovely

what happened to our sense of wonder what
took its place and squats like an evil toad
on our spirits we do not know

but not knowing may be the start of liberation
freedom comes from ignoring all the limits
and this day is still one of free summer