All tourists have returned home
as another season ends
with children
back in school.
Roads are once again passable
any hour of the day
while bone-white beaches
lay deserted.
This far south trees
don’t change their colors
or shed leaves like confetti
when clocks roll-back
one hour.
Instead, long sleeve shirts
come out of storage
and flip-flops get shelved
in place of shoes.
I won’t miss the foliage, though,
for I’ve had my fill
of winters and Connecticut’s
bitter cold.
