Friday, September 17, 2021

End of Summer (poem)

 Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Denise at Dare to Care for Roundup.

Thank you for all the well wishes for my mom's 75th birthday party! We had a wonderful time, and my mom was practically floating the entire day. Here's a pic with me and my youngest (5 months old) great-niece. Isn't she adorable??

Introvert that I am, it's taken me most of the week to recover from the party. (I know some of you will know exactly what I'm talking about!)

Good news: The first review of WILD PEACE (coming October 19) is in! Here's a pull-quote selected by my lovely editorial team:

"A meditative exploration of the peace that exists in the communion between humans and nature."Kirkus

I'm excited to share more about this book in the coming weeks, as it's my first picture book that's one long poem featuring lots of woodland animals... and it clocks in at a spare 150 words! It's got a gentle goodnight-moon kind of vibe to it, which I think will make for some sweet reading time.

On the ArtSpeak: FOUR SEASONS front, this poem marks the end of summer. YAY! Bring on the pumpkins and falling leaves, because I am ready to write some fall poems... how 'bout you?

End of Summer

Morning's breath
turns sweet

as cool air
creeps between trees,

fills weary fields
and fallows.

Sun, too, softens,
trading glare

for twinkle.
We stow the boat,

store the hummingbird
feeder, grateful for

safe passage
between seasons—

for light
for light
for light.

- Irene Latham


  1. ahhhhh...for light, for light, for light. Yes.
    Can't wait to see the new PB. I love seeing you soar as an author. 5 months is the perfect cuddle stage for babies and aunties. You lucky ducky. Enjoy catching up on some rest and all the writing that follows.

  2. Can't wait to see and hold and read WILD PEACE. Love the title, love the cover, and know I will love the poetry!

  3. I get an email prompt each week from and this week it was about poets who write about the change of seasons, the between time. Yours is just as lovely as the others I read by Jane Kenyon, Seamus Haney, and Louis Gluck. "Morning's breath...sun trading glare...Lovely.

  4. That is a very lovely pull-quote, beautifully grateful poem, and a sweet, sweet baby! I love those yummy cheeks.


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