The Ripening Time

Written
2000

 Soft dusty light

       gone sooner each day.

Orange and brown time.

Ripe gourds and melons piled high.

Red bell peppers

      replacing the greens of summer.

Leaves on the walk.

Weaving freshmen bikes,

     spaghetti to organize

     for another year.

Backpacks full of books,

      sleeping bags there

      just a few days ago.

Cars from the hometown loaded

     with a year's supply of clothes

     to be returned home to launder.

Standing full of wonder,

      glancing to see

      the new room mate.

Then manic movement

     to get moved in

     and parents on the way home.

Football sounds, bands playing,

      loudspeakers saying the obvious.

Sororities practicing for the rush,

      fraternities planning a party.

Students with maps  

    trying to learn

    their new home.

The pace speeds.

Fathers say goodbye

     with orders

     too harsh to be real.

Mothers weep

    as they get into the unloaded cars

     and head away.

The annual induction

     of the intellectual virgins

     has begun.

A few years and the child

      will be recognized only

      by full laundry bag.

 

 

Notes
Every fall for 50 years I have experienced the same scene. Freshmen coming to campus. The emotions of the day are so strong they last for a year. 50 years watching and a few times doing for my own. What a ritual for families.