SUMMER MEMORIES?

I listen to the far-off
shrieking
of Canada geese
gliding across
a rapidly darkening sky.
This morning
at dawn
there was a thin
skimming of frost
on the windshield.

Autumn has
approached
but I still retain
expectations of
summer.

Memories of
July and August
have not yet gelled
firmly,
in my psyche.
Did I enjoy,
our brief period of
warmth
under the sun?

With my shovel
I expose,
the rounded shapes
of carrots,
beets and onions,
unwilling to release
their tight grip
on earthly confines.

Like me,
vegetables have no
memory,
only impressions
of summer.