I feel a sense of desperation; of time slipping away; as I walk down the street.
The children frantically play before school steals their freedom.
Grills light up; neighbors anxious to take advantage of the diminishing evening sun.
A feeling of hopelessness at summer’s end.
Street lights flicker on; I release a heavy sigh.
You pat me on my butt, a gentle reminder of your presence.
Your smile assures me there is yet a beginning.
With the turning of leaves, autumn will arrive.
Taking your hand, we turn towards home.
The end is behind us, the beginning yet to come.