I.
fog tangled in the
branches,
a solitary bird sings
this day alive while
the cicadas chirp
in the
distance.
i feel summer
whispering its goodbyes
in the soft vacancy of
these morning hours.
II.
each one of his smiles
are bottled up inside me -
each one
a reminder
of what i’ve
been searching for,
each one,
a key.
III.
IV.
with every breath
my day expanded,
and the world held
so much more
Bottled summer goodness 🌻
Summmer whispering its goodbyes. This line is perfect for these late august days. I feel it as I step outside in the early morning