I’ve been working from home since the beginning of the pandemic, but soon I’ll have to start going into the office at least one day per week. Last week I went in to check out my new office, which I was moved to earlier this year. Going through some of the things I had packed for the move I came across an unfinished poem I had written in a spiral journal. I decided to finish it and post it here. It seems appropriate as we find ourselves in the midst of fall with winter on the way.
When Summer Comes Summer sun warms my skin Layer upon layer down to the bone As sultry breeze waves the leaves Of saplings now fully grown A stillness comes as the breeze fades Eagles in the distance screech I search the sky to see one fly Soaring aloft beyond my reach 'Tis but a lovely memory As darkness enfolds a winter day The breeze now chill blows until Driven indoors in warmth I'll stay To a flicker of hope I cling Dreaming of strolling along the shore Watching waves and soaking sun When summer comes once more