Our summer outing was a no go because we couldn’t find a spot we all agreed on, and our September meeting was cancelled because of a storm. It seems as though we have had at least 40 days and 40 nights of rains, although not all in a row, which is good, because we’d all be going crazy. So, here’s hoping the sky will be blue and the sun shining for our next meeting on Oct. 21, 10:30 a.m., in the Sohier Room of the Beverly Public Library, Essex Street, Beverly. I will add more information as we get closer to the date

I’m having trouble with WordPress, so I broke the stanzas with dots so that you can enjoy this wonderful poem by Stanley Kunitz.

End of Summer

BY STANLEY KUNITZ

An agitation of the air,

A perturbation of the light

Admonished me the unloved year

Would turn on its hinge that night.

….

I stood in the disenchanted field

Amid the stubble and the stones,

Amazed, while a small worm lisped to me

The song of my marrow-bones.

…

Blue poured into summer blue,

A hawk broke from his cloudless tower,

The roof of the silo blazed, and I knew

That part of my life was over.

…

Already the iron door of the north

Clangs open: birds, leaves, snows

Order their populations forth,

And a cruel wind blows.