“Summer’s End”

In the shadows of my past, the crow goes soaring higher,
rising from the creek’s mist to the summer sunset’s fire.

Lately a lonely sentinel at the barn’s far peak,
it filters time now through its wings, the past held in its beak.

Yes, I still remember it belting its harsh caw
as it lifted in the air with summer in its maw.

Tomorrow the first day of school, it marked vacation’s end.
As lazy water in the creek meandered ’round the bend,

bound to some deep forest, far from this boundless plain,
I watched free careless summer vanish once again.

For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 608 the words are: mist creek belt shadows forest summer still rising crow filters time sentinel
Image from Juneau Alaska on Unsplash.