Summer's Interlude

Beneath a lovers’ moon, Summer breezes in. In still-cool primrose evenings lingering from spring, she whispers in my ear. I hear. . . honey bees near lilacs, whippoorwills in leafy trees, and somewhere. . . A hoot owl in the night. Beneath a beaming sun, Summer carries on inhaling and exhaling sultry days. On languid afternoons beyond a yellow flowered meadow, she finds me as I wade into a stream. Warmly, she breathes upon my cheek. I feel. . . the squish of mud beneath my toes, cool water all around me, and tiny tadpoles flitting round my knees. Beneath an autumn moon, Summer slips away sigh. . .ing into still-hot waning days. I smell her fragrance in the blooms of asters that I pluck; I see her in a golden-glitter dusk and I hear her in the cries of wild geese across the sky calling out to me her last goodbye.