Summer's sad song

Summer,

don't  sing your sad song

of leaving.

I don't want to hear

those chords just yet.

My face looks up to the September sun,

soaking in it's warmth

and memories of

the days just gone.

My youngest son's wedding,

sunrises and sunsets

that took the breath from my mouth.

Hot summer streets

ice cream cones

and sticky cotton candy.

Laughter carried away

by ocean mermaids

in their purses made from silk.

Down, down  they swim,

to the sandy bed

at the bottom of the sea

where they unfold my dreams .

This heart ,

wanting wanting all the time

needs

afternoon strolls

armfuls of flowers

my bike,

and

no sad song from summer

as

she

leaves