I watched the movie of this summer
from inside, shielded from the unreality
of vacant sunny days, no traffic noise,
a drought of touch and laughter.
I lived each day in the now,
no plans for the after,
uncertain if there would be any kind of future.
And now, at the tail end of this summer,
rain-diamonds decorate the windowpane,
mornings are starting chilly, misty,
the friendly sky is drenched with grey.
And soon, the leaves on the trees
will flame in their last hurrah,
and I will say goodbye to this summer.
Kim M. Russell, 17th September 2020