Seasonal Junction

Seasonal Junction

The shouts of the kids from the pool
and the smell of chlorine alternate
with the smack of a kicked soccer ball
and the prairie-wheat fragrance of grass
on a breeze that blows summer-to-fall
like the warm-to-cool currents that pass
over swimmers in blue summer lakes.

© 2004 by Violet Nesdoly (all rights reserved)

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Today is the beginning of Labor Day Weekend in Canada, the junction weekend that signals the end of summer and the beginning of fall. The park near where we used to live had a swimming pool where my kids took lessons in the summer, played baseball in spring, and soccer in fall and winter. I spent many hours in that park. This poem grew out of one Labor Day Weekend experience when the pool was open for its last day, though the soccer balls had begun to fly.

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