I was dazzled - in
a summer spell - did we both
name it as special?
Was it the summer
freedom - the sparkling lake
that summoned magic?
The constant sun sent
a subliminal message
with its rise and fall.
It won’t last, it said,
there's an expiration
date approaching fast.
The short-lived summer
proved a brief, insubstantial
memory making.
Summer spells are sweet but fleeting
