Summer’s Refuge

Summer’s pulp tapped, a long slow drip, patience of the moment

Reaching out, stretching, searching for light’s wrinkle, just a touch

Hear the warm breeze singing, nature’s choir, afloat through deep valleys, revealing

Shades of darkness cease, left behind, forgotten just for today

Quiet Alleyways, Cradled Thoughts

I think of quiet alleyways in the early morning

Passages that lead in, sometimes out

Sunrise still in slumber, my footsteps careful not to wake her

Cradled thoughts never leave me, keep me company as I stroll

Season’s end no longer frighten me, a handshake, an embrace

My eyes close before the bustle of the new day touch my ears

And I smile, finally drifting off to sleep