Two pictures of the backyard

This is from my work with juxtaposition and is loosely based off a poem called "Two pictures of my sister."

A flutter of activity as the blur
of a little black and white dog races
across the green grass.
People recline n the deck,
chattering about the summer days
as the sun begins to set.
Children swept high into the sky
by the clank of the old metal swing set.

Burnt grass with patches of dirt
as the hum of the empty pool
swallows the air.
Chairs pulled in as the rusty leaves
drift from the trees above.
A simple cross graces the spot
where the dog lays at rest.
Chairs gone, voices silent.
A mask of quiet fog drips
over the yard as the old gate
bumps into its hinges
as the gentle breeze settles.
Summer has been forgotten.