Wednesday, September 10, 2014

It's Time to Say Au Revoir (to summer)


Watery memories of summer, sun streaked and showy
the texture of perfect loveliness


the sea's desire a kind of praise
a creature of summer, herself, rounded

and full, the roll of her hips
the twirl of her hand

water, kelp, mountain, leaf
like a jazz dancer


adorned in improvisations
of quickened light and color and movement,

she glides away casually without looking back
ventures behind a moon of blue and



sways to the decaying tune of September.