gone again

these summer darlings

arriving with the leaves of spring

and gone in a golden whirl on the October wind

across the street

lights out

and the thousand treasures on the lawn

hidden in their winter dens

park, quiet now but for the crunch of leaves

beneath the only walker’s feet

docks empty of the sounds of water wanderers

sails stored and the harbor waits for ice

sky that held fireworks of every color

holds the mix now for snow

waiting for its moment to let it go

onto the rooftops and the few who stay behind

this must be what parents felt when we

headed out on the road

searching for the next,

the new,

the other home we made

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