End of a season

A chill wind comes off the big lake

causing white caps to cross

three shades of blue

Multicolored umbrellas dot

the beach but everyone

knows it is the end

Labor Day approaches

with a hint of autumn and

all its quiet glory

Tourists crowd the beachy streets

but store fronts show

their sale signs

My toes are tickled by the waves
while I drink fresh squeezed lemonade  

elevating my desire for more time

More summer.. more carefree days

but mums are in pots on the steps

of a shop and I am turned toward fall