The End
Hanging on the line
Not enough sun to dry
Gray breeze through my sleeves
Blows early September
Crimped shoulders crack
Where the cold holds me back
Summer is like a childhood
I’ve outgrown
_________Colleen Redman / Poets United
"A blog is to a writer what a canvas is to an artist." ~ Colleen Redman
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September 1st, 2017 10:35 pm
Perfect for 9/1/17
September 2nd, 2017 8:30 am
The last two line are my favorite.
September 2nd, 2017 8:03 pm
Oh September — there is a certain feeling to it, even though here in Eugene it is nearly 100 degrees and certainly doesn’t seem like Autumn.
September 3rd, 2017 8:49 am
I really enjoyed this despite the fact it reminded me I’m getting old… Thanks for sharing it.
September 3rd, 2017 9:15 am
Whew – those last two lines are stellar. Ah – but, in a way, I hope we really never do outgrow our childhoods. We have to find a way to keep enjoying the summers of our lives as long as we can!
September 3rd, 2017 11:23 am
“Summer is like a childhood I’ve outgrown.” What a wonderful line that is. I think it is the same for me. I am loving the advent of September.
September 3rd, 2017 11:37 am
Love the last two lines…
September 3rd, 2017 12:34 pm
Love the childhood outgrown… i’m still not there, but maybe it has to do with having a summer vacation
September 3rd, 2017 12:40 pm
I also feel like my sweet summer is gone:(
September 3rd, 2017 12:59 pm
I love September.
September 3rd, 2017 1:00 pm
I love September. I was born then. And, like the months summer always comes round again…unlike my childhood…mostly 😉
September 3rd, 2017 1:00 pm
Your poem makes me love September 🙂
September 3rd, 2017 1:07 pm
Most enjoyable read.
September 3rd, 2017 6:01 pm
I too hate it is leaving. It does feel like childhood is being removed again.
September 3rd, 2017 8:38 pm
I love the last two lines. 🙂
September 4th, 2017 2:26 am
I guess by the time one comes to the end of summer it can be a relief … but I like the heat better than the cold.
September 4th, 2017 10:06 am
Sorry to be redundant, but the last 2 lines of your poem are so perfect! Yes, we start growing up when fall appears, don’t we. Wow! Insight I didn’t have before. Thank you. (New poems forming in my head even as I write this.)
September 5th, 2017 9:33 am
The things we outgrow still keep tugging at our hearts, don’t they?
September 5th, 2017 1:15 pm
Fun post of a bit of your world and great actions shot ~ lovely poetic words and so insightful ~ ^_^
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