Summer's End

Photo by Nell Tiller

The View from August

Sing a song of summer

Gliding into the autumn light.

Long days melt into night,

Sweet and sticky as ice cream

Dripping down the cone.

Sing a song of summer,

Vanishing sand under our feet;

Cool water retreats

Back to the sea,

Flowing into the pink horizon.

Sing a song of summer

Fading like a flower.

Bees keep business hours,

While butterflies dance

To their own music.

Sing a song of summer

Swaying to a cricket lullaby.

Sleep under a ceiling of sky

With dreams of campfires

Burning into memory.