The pink and yellow sky
creeps down on the horizon
kissing the green lips of every tree.
Enticed by their seductive sway
I remember a time
when August days
lasted an entire year.
Cicadas beckon me away
A cacophony of wings, legs, antennae
carry me to roads once traveled
now nearly gone
Dusty, old, and grey
It is that time, I know
for sunsets to grow shorter
the ground becomes a blanket
Laughter and words, a covered display
How benign a predator is time?
Pouncing so quickly and quietly
Like a bird unearths a worm
I am pried from my vagary
Oh how I want to return
to the warmth of sun and sleep
lazy affairs the only burden...
Come back sweet summer days!
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