The heirloom tomatoes are all green with envy.
The bright fireflies suddenly act unfriendly.
The lap swim has gone off the deep end for now,
And Summer takes on a patina somehow.
Do I have to tell you? It happens each year!
One season flows into another, it’s clear.
You pull out a wishbone and think it away,
But no good! The turning is yearning to stay!
For Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #33, From Best to Worst.
Though I didn’t really get the theme right, I couldn’t resist writing this poem!