Labor Day, and the pool is closing.
Soon the logs will float in ice.
A young boy sits alone and listens
to electric guitar played
just outside the gate.

Smells of the party, people walk by.
Late afternoon warmth, but the winter is nigh.
The notes fly free, yet intricately carved,
until summoned to leave,
and that's just what they are.

From the diffused light of December blinks on a Tannenbaum. Shazam!