The rising tide

Summer color fades As distant thunder threatens And dark clouds roll by

Searching for reason As the Sun and Stars above Spin out of Focus

Buzzing in my ear Fans and Crickets sing along Drowning out my thoughts

Anticlimactic Watching Summer fade away The parties over

Yesterday Again Yellowing as Afterthoughts Axiomatic

Summer fades away Like headlights in the distance Hidden in scrapbooks

Another lost day Sun bleached argument fragments Washed up in the surf

A stolen moment Between errands, work and sleep A blank mind staring

Reminiscent scent As watchful senses react Searching memories

I hear the birds song Carried on a gentle breeze Lifting my lament