End of Summer Meloncholly

This Place

This Place, this sad joyful place

The summers come and gone

Kettle corn smells hang in the wind

And a single rain drop falls on my palm

All are outside looking in, inside looking out

In this place old faded and weathered down tents

Well used, flap uselessly empty muddy

In the chill of the autumn air

Green leaves turned to gold

And children’s laughter muted

Behind cold glass window pane

I do like this place when it’s so full, so free

But gone like the hot muggy August sun

For the long sleep, this place all empty streets

And a single rain drop hits my nose

Soon turning to soft snow and wistful memories

Sun will come back to this lonely place

To fill a year’s worth of crowded catharsis

In only a few short teaming months

While we wait with baited breath till it’s release