a single light
ripples across the water
so dark and deep-
I think of you
at midnight...

orange moon
in my rearview mirror-
autumn just ahead...

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. :)