warmth was the summer

warmth was the summer
first snow was the talk
and as it drifts now
my mind and me…. talk.

warmth was the summer
simple and a laugh
the sun set late
and the fireflies were the date…
spotting the cornfields
vanishing trails of light
rehearsing the memory of their flight.

warmth was the summer
the length of the days
shorter they became
what is left of summer
as it began to change…..?

warmth was the summer
the maples start and shed
as does the selkie’s skin
i dreamt that skin hid…
as the legend of the selkie and the man…
a briefness….
and the return, I long
cast now… entered into my life’s song.

warmth was the summer….
the talk of the winter’s drift..
upon us  she appears… now swift.
the blanket formed… to protect…
and as fall changed
how was one to know it would project….?

stone paths, crossing winds creep
as does the heart and what we each seek…
the romance of the times…the romance of the rhymes
summer came from the breath of spring
now does winter’s from autumn does sing…
four seasons …. as the snow drifts
… the warmth…. was the summer.

my heart beats... as the snow flakes fall to the ground.
quiet yet simple a sound.