Another summer, gone in the blink of an eye. Another September, whose arrival signals the beginning of the next school year.
The red rocks of Sedona have become the fleeting images of memory and the still photos in the cloud. The hoodoos of Bryce, the overarching granite of Zion and Yosemite, the ever-present San Franscisco Fog, whom the locals call “Carl”: all treasured, summer memories.
Early rain prevented me from mowing the lawn. A perfect opportunity to enjoy some of Star Trek: Discovery, courtesy of a DVD loan from my library. All in the spirit of Labor Day–the last day of summer vacation.
We teachers are a part of the labor movement in the US. NYC teachers formed the United Federation of Teachers, and we struck in the 1960s for a livable wage. We still advocate for the conditions that serve both our teaching and our student’s learning, such as the research-proven smaller class sizes that enhance student learning.
But we teachers have our own way to honor this holiday. We contemplate. We prepare. We gather our energy for the coming year–beginning with the deluge that is the day after.
late sunlight
grasshopper chirping
this Labor Day
I’m hosting dVerse Poets’ Haibun Monday, where we celebrate Labor. The pub is open. Come join us!
Frank J. Tassone 
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