Putting away Summer Things

I’m sitting here and sorting out
And putting away summer things.

The less-worn things I’ll pack away
And take out at the first sign of spring.

It’s with regret we turn our backs
On summer’s carefree air
And get out our boots and mitts and wraps
And cover our sun-bleached hair.

Some item long-kept catches my eye,
And I dream a little while.

And I put it back though it’s threadbare
And long-since out of style.

I’ll tuck it away with fond memories
And discard it first thing next spring.

Just sitting, sighing, sorting out
And putting away summer things.