A Time of Transition . . . As Summer Ends


As summer ends, I’m reminded of life’s many transitions — morning to night, day to day, month to month, season to season, year to year. With each passage, we mourn or celebrate the past and look forward to the future with or without giving into fears of the unknown. My guess is that we do a bit of each in any given year, depending on our dreams and hopes, our disappointments and our successes.

I recently came across a poem by Jenny Kelley, a retired woman living in Tennessee. I’m not familiar with what else she may have written, but she expresses my sentiments about the changing seasons. I hope they will resonate with you, as well.


Seasons Ebb Away

© Jenny Kelley

As I sat on my back porch in my rocking chair today, I could see, feel and smell summer ebbing away.


I could hear the wind blowing softly through the trees. I could even see a few falling leaves.


I can tell by the shorter days that fall is on the way. The hot, lazy days of summer aren’t going to stay.


Blissful spring has come and gone.

The remaining days of sleepy summer won’t last long.


Glorious fall colors will soon appear.

But, like the flowers of summer they will disappear.


Winter will follow the fall as it always has.

Spring, summer and fall are again

Part of the past.


People can be compared to the seasons.

They are born, bloom, and ebb away.

Like spring, summer, and fall they cannot stay.


Winter will come as it always does.

If we are blessed, we have experienced the

seasons at their best.



Here’s to blessings in the seasons yet to come. ~Linda