My Summer Mistress

the soft easy moments of summer resplendent with deliciously idle moments have crept away in the night like a cat burglar with all four paws scratching at the skin of an early fall thought’s of favourite ice creams overrun by leather bound day-timers rich warm and luxurious sleep-ins of a sultry August overwhelmed by a distinctly cool change between sunset and dawn almost as if cellophane has slipped within your skin the casualness of long walks on Nantucket and ‘the yard’ replaced by things to do places to go the promise of cool nights to come protected by sentries of fire old heavy sweaters appear as if long lost friends little consolation to the empty hammock one moment a dream machine now a piece of shipwrecked canvas summer the restless mistress of the soul moves on without a hint of regret IRISH