- Dimke: ‘I’m not going to retire’
- IMRF responds: Pay spiking against the rules
- Bill limits automated license plate readers
- Private uni’s subject to FOIA says House
- Guest Commentary: Earth Day or April Fools Day?
- State Roundup: Concerns raised about proposed change in DUI pot standard
- Bill would decrease pot penalties; small amounts would draw only ticket, fine
- Senate votes to restore human service cuts; bill moves to House for consideration
- Bill to restrict red light cameras passes House
- State Roundup: Budget fix in current FY not yet done
Literary Hook: O Summer: A bittersweet sonnet for the end of the season
By Christine Swanberg
Author and Poet
Here is a brand-new, bittersweet sonnet for the end of the summer season.
O Summer, how I hate to see you go.
Cicadas, crickets shake their tambourines.
Houdini fireflies, hummingbird show.
Indigo twilight, shadow on green beans.
Gold finch pick seeds from prairie cone flowers.
Wild turkeys, wobbly chicks a-trundle.
Azure skies sparkling. Night’s greening showers.
Lavender stalks drying in a bundle.
O Summer, do you really have to end?
Goodbye to golden skin and endless day.
Hello to autumn lurking ’round the bend.
Farewell swimming in the sun, glorious play.
Your memory in winter brings us cheer.
It’s good to know you resurrect each year.
Christine Swanberg is a local author and poet. She received the Lawrence E. Gloyd Community Impact Award at the 2012 Rockford Area Arts Council State of the Arts Awards.
From the Sept. 18-24, 2013, issue