Authored by Chuck Keys
What happens to the summer’s warmth in the fall?
Does it stay in nostalgia’s book of memories?
Or is it found inside
... a wrinkled coffee stained yellowed crossword puzzle section,
Blowing eloquently with the wind on the chaise in the sun porch?
What if the summer’s warmth just fades into introspection?
With all of its self doubts and hesitancies,
Where the mind ceases conscious thoughts of fancy and free,
Slowly drifts back into the beauty and fragrances that once were present.
What if the summer’s warmth doesn't want to leave,
And stays inside our minds and hearts, waiting,
To come forth, eternally,
Stronger, wiser and agelessly aggressive; alive.
In the autumn of our seasons,
Where time flows to and fro,
Where beauty and passion rests inside those with heart,
Where the summers warmth exists, forever.
Even in the cold winter months of soon to be.