Summer Retreats

Corn yellows in fields

and the smell of burning wood

fills the air. Woolly caterpillars

inch their way across trails, and leaves

the color of bark fall and land

in my dying marigolds.

Summer retreats to the other hemisphere,

yet she fills the day with a sun so bright

and with such abundant warmth that we almost forget

she's really gone, till night comes

sooner and cooler.

The turning of seasons

takes place between a chorus of crickets

and the springing leap of grasshoppers.

Jennifer Jesseph, of Pine Island, is a teacher in the Rochester public schools and has been writing poems and short stories for children for 30 years. She is a fiber artist in knitting, crochet and applique. The Post-Bulletin publishes work by local and area writers every Monday. Send poems to Jay Furst, Post-Bulletin, P.O. Box 6118, Rochester, MN 55903 or

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