Hauling Away Summer

Blue poured into summer blue,
A hawk broke from his cloudless tower,
The roof of the silo blazed, and I knew
That part of my life was over.

Already the iron door of the north
Clangs open: birds, leaves, snows
Order their populations forth,
And a cruel wind blows.


from End of Summer, by Stanley Kunitz


Ok, maybe this is a bit over-dramatic, but now that I'm heading back to work after a summer off, it does seem like I can hear the faint echo of that clanging iron door. 

On the plus side, I really do like fall.