The Turning In by Ellen Marie Magee

The frost withered remains of summer’s hope,

have already yielded their lot,

Turning in to lick their wounds,

and count the things they got


The seasons offer no guarantees,

no permanent hand to hold

When the sun is high, it’s time to play,

when it’s gone, it’s cold


There’s not much time to stop and stare,

to wallow in what’s been,

For life calls on and demands its due,

before the turning in.


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1 Response to The Turning In by Ellen Marie Magee

  1. SoHo says:

    Ellen, what a perfect way to say farewell. Yes, the sun is gone, but I’m not cold – still warmed by the rays it left behind. Thank you.

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