Afterglow...

It is nothing now

Like mist

Kissed by yellow sun

It was here

Then gone

And we are nearer

to the

Hollow-eyed, gaping

Windows

Waiting for winter

After the warmer hours

Brushed flowers

And pink laughter

On the cheeks

Of days and weeks

It is nothing now

But the pallid applause

Fading in the

Afterglow

Of a summer

That was

© Janet Martin