After the storm on Thursday
a breeze swirled around bare legs
whispered promises and flew under skirts
as summer gathered the dregs
of humid, spent, sticky nights
and realized it was time to go.
She didn’t bother with goodbye,
slipping south without a show
Only the geese resolved
to win her back, honking wistfully,
and set their course toward the siren
of fading memories
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 7:45 PM UTC
After the storm on Thursday
a breeze swirled around bare legs
whispered promises and flew under skirts
as summer gathered the dregs
of humid, spent, sticky nights
and realized it was time to go.
She didn’t bother with goodbye,
slipping south without a show
Only the geese resolved
to win her back, honking wistfully,
and set their course toward the siren
of fading memories