Monday, August 9, 2010

how softly summer
slips away,
like smooth sand between my toes-
saunters away,
like slow-moving feet on some southern sidewalk-
sails away,
like the sultry night song that ends with a sigh
slides away,
like the salty teardrops that spill
when suddenly summer is not the season,
but a bittersweet memory,
stirring my soul.

(I realize that summer is not over according to the calendar, but for me, it is. This teacher goes back to work tomorrow...another summer slips away, but another new adventure awaits. :)


  1. So beautiful, and I'm thinking Andy Lockehart feels the same way.

    Love my visits here!

    You line of sand between the toes, reminds me of watercolor of my grandson I just finished. It's on my Art Blog!

  2. __I'm political with myself. I promise to my constituancy, my audience of one, through my silent speaches, that summer will linger into mid November!

    __I love the happy/sadness in your poem, Kristin, and I know you can keep the 'sense of summer' into a joyous fall!
    As always, Doug

  3. first day
    the teachers tell each other
    what they did last summer

    Have a great year!

  4. so beautiful, this piece Kristin is so lovely I could read it over and over and over again

  5. Thank you all so much! I love the power of alliteration, so this was enjoyable to write.

  6. Here as well: the sound of all the s is like a late-summer-breeze. Fine.

    Best wishes

  7. Stunning poetry, Kristin - your poetry brings enlightenment and beautiful imagery.