PREVAILING WINDS

The month of June holds steady

the threshold of summer as we move

joyously away from winters grasp.

 

The sun sets a late table; evening shadows

sharp and long. Fading footprints on the

sand possess the dreams of day. Beach

roses close out with respect. Day lilies

die with night. Screen doors welcome

visitors. Lilacs blend with cool onshore

breezes.

 

Our youth is held within the folds of

summer; pure without blemish. Summer

is esteemed above other seasons. It is the

kindness before the prevailing winds of

September.

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