Goodbye Summer

Goodbye Summer,

daylight’s getting shorter;

over my left shoulder

light is turning colder.

Will it turn me inward

shut away from contact,

will it leap to Fall,

will it spiral downward?

Will a stranger call me

outward into friendship

or simply turn out needy

sharing all his hardships?

Will he turn out pesky

needing my attention

when clearly my intention’s

to head off into Winter?

Will his name be Peter

asking for the answers

to the harder questions,

will his name be Thomas?

Shall I be like Samson

knocking down a temple

or crawl into my snow-hole

and pray for further sunshine,

tweet of birds home early

and drip, drip, drip of ice-melt

when Spring is in the garden

and I can stretch my bones out?

Or will I freeze by balls off

and Death arrive to take me

and will I finally get that

only Love sustains me?