Seasonal Junction

Seasonal Junction

The shouts of the kids from the pool
and the smell of chlorine alternate
with the smack of a kicked soccer ball
and the prairie-wheat fragrance of grass
on a breeze that blows summer-to-fall
like the warm-to-cool currents that pass
over swimmers in blue summer lakes.

© 2004 by Violet Nesdoly (all rights reserved)


Today is the beginning of Labor Day Weekend in Canada, the junction weekend that signals the end of summer and the beginning of fall. The park near where we used to live had a swimming pool where my kids took lessons in the summer, played baseball in spring, and soccer in fall and winter. I spent many hours in that park. This poem grew out of one Labor Day Weekend experience when the pool was open for its last day, though the soccer balls had begun to fly.


This poem is linked to Poetry Friday—a collection of poetry and poetry-related links. This week Poetry Friday is hosted by Miss Rumphius Effect.

Poetry Friday is part of Kitlitosphere—a multitude of bloggers who are part of the world of children’s literature.

5 thoughts on “Seasonal Junction”

  1. What a beautiful park. Fortunately, we’re still very green and the leaves are holding on. By mid- to late month, though, many trees will begin turning color. It’s a time of year in which I delight.

    It’s always Labor Day weekend here in the U.S.


  2. Thanks, Maureen! The photo is from my files – and was taken an autumn or two ago, and a bit later in the season. (I chose it for the deserted playground in the background.) We’re still pretty green too. But not for long… *sigh*


  3. I love this…it’s just like being there. The bittersweet tug of autumn truly is tangent isn’t it? This is the blog I was looking for the other night, but are your other blogs with blogspot? I did very much enjoy and look forward to reading a little more in depth in all your blogs!


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