On the last day of summer,

on a blanket on the beach,

the season is over,

now out of reach.

We went to the big stadium

to watch the game,

but our team disappointed

and lost once again.

I made some new friends

and had a few beers.

Visited old ones too

and had a few cheers.

I walked upon

a boating dock

and saw the cormorants

perched on a rock.

I met a painter

in her studio.

And I listened to jazz

on the radio.

I paint watercolors

of the sky and sea.

Summer is now

just a memory.

Poem and Illustrations Copyright © 2024 by Michael DeFrancesco