strange...
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. :)
Monday, August 9, 2010
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So beautiful, and I'm thinking Andy Lockehart feels the same way.
ReplyDeleteLove 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!
__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!
ReplyDelete__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
first day
ReplyDeletethe teachers tell each other
what they did last summer
Have a great year!
so beautiful, this piece Kristin is so lovely I could read it over and over and over again
ReplyDeleteThank you all so much! I love the power of alliteration, so this was enjoyable to write.
ReplyDeleteHere as well: the sound of all the s is like a late-summer-breeze. Fine.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes
Ralf
Stunning poetry, Kristin - your poetry brings enlightenment and beautiful imagery.
ReplyDeleteWarren