So long, Old Summer

Light piano keys clear away the Friday indulgences,

Unlike the acidic caffeine from the stale ground coffee beans.

Sunshine tricks the nighttime routine with late brightness and warm window scenes.

Soon the leaves will change to oranges and yellows, weakening summer. 

Comfy pants, soft and smooth, remind me of cabin sheets and starlight.

Inside my body bends to the crooked pain of working age, like tent poles at camp.

Somewhere the earth trembles, shaking my nerves like the water in my bottle.

But the cloud speckled sky is enough to forget the minor inconveniences.   

Old memories trickle from melting ice; the retrospection, a cup I drink to sleep.

It’s a cooling burn, thawing the years forever gone and healing the wounds with gentle fire.

So long, Old Summer,

To the way it was and to what it shall never be.