It’s a night of warm summer
beams, a time of change
is in the air, past seasons
greets us with their kisses.

The heat stirs,curling,
foggy wisps of rain.
Shrouds of wild flowers
cover the ground.

A midnight dream of ashened
trees, and realities part
slightly, to weaken the
other seasons making way
for summers beating heart.

Now a day of brooding sun,
I go down to the river
where it’s warm and green
for there is where spring
lays down for a nap,
I promised her a farewell.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton