Because Life can only be lived a moment at a time.

Summer's End

Photo by Nell Tiller
The View from August

Sing a song of summer
Gliding into the autumn light.
Long days melt into night,
Sweet and sticky as ice cream
Dripping down the cone.

Sing a song of summer,
Vanishing sand under our feet;
Cool water retreats
Back to the sea,
Flowing into the pink horizon.

Sing a song of summer
Fading like a flower.
Bees keep business hours,
While butterflies dance
To their own music.

Sing a song of summer
Swaying to a cricket lullaby.
Sleep under a ceiling of sky
With dreams of campfires
Burning into memory.

3" x 5" Memories

Great Expectations