A poem for cherishing that which passes but remains — And so it was finally summer,
And the verdant spring was over,
And the promise of growing gardens
Gave us comfortable cover to hover
About our backyard plant life,
In need of sun and water.
The green hose and the sprayer
In the hands of human players
Made harvesting rainfall easy,
Made garden-growing pleasing,
Turned time with friends and family
Into outdoor summer memories,
Helped shield from what came later:
The slow march of the reaper
Overtaking youthful pleasures,
bringing fall to distant summers.