Long days are now cloud cast days.
Evening sprinkles, hesitation to come inside from the rain.
Laughter dwindling, less lightening bugs to capture.
Dusk brings color in rapture.
A forte of diminutive chimes resonate in the air.
No longer ice cream truck and children squealing.
Time reeling .
Dusting books, setting desks, preparing for the BIG test.
Reality is a new, yet an old song of anticipation and fear.
The jester has set the stage.
Racing to take the seat in the rear.