Summer


Summer …
A mellow memory painted
On the canvass in the back of her mind
Hung carefully next to the other
Precious moments captured
Forever in the vault of time.

Summer of carefree sun
And ice cream;
Waterfalls and green rocks
… and bugs.

Summer in vibrant colour
And black and white;
Of hand held walks
And peaceful moments stolen
From the hands of the clock

Days have cooled,
Leaves have turned,
The verdant carpet is strewn
With golden droplets from above
Each one a reminder
That time passes,
Winter’s chill is waiting
On the brink of the horizon
But she smiles
Because none of it matters

Summer
Will always be with her
 




september 2011