Summer lingers, still
but all too soon
she will brush her lips
across our foreheads

with the very last of
her warm breezes,
a sort of goodnight kiss
with a promise to return.

It’s now a short march to
frigid bluster and
I haven’t yet come to terms,
still I shudder at the thought.

I walk our beagle to the woods
and we savor the last bits of you,
drink in the mottled green and
relish the perfume of your warm Earth.

Soon the memories
will be all we have
and these dreams we harbor
will again transport us
faithfully to another spring.

Eric Vance Walton

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