It was bound to come
Tourists are going home
Leaving the beaches and the board walks
School bells are ringing
Teachers are working hard again
Last minute shopping to get the son still left in college
Supplied with peanut butter and pencils
That crispness is in the evening air
Our sunny days are numbered
Time to buy the winter fuel
Started a knitting project two days ago
(Don’t tell anyone but, I am missing the rain)
Life and Time are moving forward
We are all ushered into their dance
No one gets to sit it out
All is changing
All is turning
© 2012 Julie Clark
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