The rising tide

Distant light shimmers Hope appearing in glances That’s enough for now

Distant Rumbling Warning of dark skies ahead and lucky crickets

I walk without shoes Summer grass under my feet As the warm days end

As days grow cooler Summer turning into Fall with open windows

Sparrow’s Aria The Ice Cream Trucks Siren Song The songs of summer

Darkened by the Sun I see nothing as I squint Another blind spot

Staring at the sun Peeking out from the dark clouds Escaping Twilight

Remember Summer It ends on a cool morning with a zipped backpack

Where the river bends That is where I find myself for better or worse

Shades of green appear Slowly everything changes for better or worse