Labor Day Officially Ends Summer

by Nicolas Gordon

 

Labor Day officially ends summer,

As those who work enjoy one final fling.

Blessed are those who bear the daily burden,

Of whom few savants speak or minstrels sing,

Returning to the shallows of September.

 

Days of ease give way to hours certain,

A long routine that wends its way towards winter,

Yearning for the promises of spring.

Done