The final breath of a much appreciated rest at the mountain’s peak.
A break in the clouds in the last afternoon of the working week.
The dial tone after that long-delayed call to a distant friend.
The visible bottom of the jar, signalling the peanut butter’s end.
A single strip of green remaining for the tractor’s tilling.
The final crust of pie, though more of pastry than of filling.
Beginnings of a resolution in a movie’s latter scenes.
The momentary after-dinner pause to judge your jeans.
These are not examples of le temps de dire au revoir,
But sentiment reflections of what we’ve done and where we are.
These are moments, locked in time, from which I shall remember
The sweet sensations of the year; the closing of September.