All of our summers seem so distant now, only ghosts
sitting in lifeguard’s chairs, empty picnic tables
our memories of families happy
and running through
knee high grass
traded
for the thrill
of autumn winds,
and temporary color.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies
I love the changing seasons and all they have to reveal to us.
Thank you Connie, sometimes we can miss a certain season, but they are all wonderful. Peace to you!