The light of summer lingers
Like raindrops gilding leaves
Like zephyr’s feather fingers
Soft-tracing memories
Sometimes the sense of summer
Is more than she can stand
Like girlhood slipping from her
Like Child from mother’s hand
Like Flower’s fading flourish
Like daughter’s restless sighs
Like echo-stars that nourish
The hunger in Her eyes
Like Time's tenuous tugging
Like sea-song’s unfurled fist
Like fishing-boats chug-chugging
Into the morning mist
As darling days of summer
Splish-splash against the dock
Something is slipping from Her
Like heartbeats from a clock
© Janet Martin
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