Summer’s End

Have you ever felt like

you found a place made for you?

A dark, cool, secret place

hidden away from the world?

Birds cry and fly overhead.

The flashing and glinting of the lake.

The flatness of it has the feel of summer ending.

Dark stumps of trees are black scarecrows.

Perfect perch for hungry birds.

The glub, glub, glubbing of restless water.

The cool breeze messes my hair.

Water plays and falls in exactly how

I am wanting to do so badly.

Leaving that place and coming out into

the hot blue day burns my eyes.

I will return one day to the water’s edge .

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