'Til Next We Meet

these last savorings of summer

we hold them close in our palms and sip slow

the final wanting

then a breeze, lifting our spirits with the song of coming autumn 

that cool touch, just a reminder that 

the sitcky-warm of this is coming slowly to it's end. 

the bare reflections and endings shimmer quiet on the fringes 

we see the turnings and curling edges up in a gold clutch 

there's a blue, clearer in the sky 

washed and prepared to backdrop all the colors coming

drink up all the last haze, let it seep into you

sit quiet and prepare for change 

for leaving and farewells

the last yellow-green of summer

let it hold you here  

for awhile 

and then a parting 

for awhile

until next you meet 

underneath the springing sky