Summer’s past its climax,
its action falling toward the curtain,
the cooler temperatures today
just a beat before the heat goes on,
but still a prompt that autumn
waits in the wings, going over
its familiar lines one last time
before its next encore.
Just weeks ago, the starring sun
kept up its show ’til nearly nine,
but now it exits, tired, limping
a little, before half past eight.
Next week, improvisation, leisurely
and creative, must give way
to the stylized drama
of the academic grind.
T. Allen Culpepper