Grasping Summer - A Poem

Grasping Summer

Summer brings the memory

Of late night whisperings

Over stories in the dark.

Glowing fireflies,

And stars in the still blue sky,

Millions of them,

Each a dream

From far away. . .

Summer brings the feel

Of sandals pattering

Over burning cement,

Of bike wheels swishing

Through puddles

Of last night’s rain.

A drop of ice cream

On sun soaked sand. . .

And time stands still.

Summer brings the scent

Of swimming pool water

And bug-spray 

And sunscreen.

Campfire smoke rising

In a forever sunset

Glazed in golden glory.

Summer stands still

Like a child’s laughter,

Like a dent in time.

Coated in sweet custard,

Like a tree in the sunlight,

And the swell

Of a firework

Before it bursts.

Quiet evenings

In late July.

The crickets’ buzz

Drones on and on.

Days pass like dreams

And dreams pass like years. . .

Summer is fading,

The held breath unfurling,

The sunset darkening,

The mourning dove crying.

And time is moving once more.

The fireflies blink

And falter.

The air brings the scent

Of autumn’s chill,

And the clock hand is ticking again,

Despite my efforts

To grasp it.