As Summer Slipped Away

I moved across the meadow

to stand near the grassy edge

of the cool, still pond.

Sparrows chased a life of leisure overhead

and sunlight reflected on a mirror of water;

liquid glass in the morning sun.

A breeze pushed against me,

teased a few errant strands of hair around my face,

and danced with the fabric of my skirt.

I closed my eyes,

feathery lashes kissing my cheeks

as I lifted my face to the sunlight.

My once porcelain skin,

now tinted by the season,

tasted the kiss of a summer promise.

I inhaled.

Ahhh...the presence of nature.

Flowers heavy and fragrant mixed and mingled

with an undertone of a summer rain;

a hinted promise lacing the air.

Long neglected grass brushed across my bare feet

like silken ribbons,

caressing me into a fog of peace.

I surrendered.

Breathless.

Motionless.

At ease within the world.

It all turned beneath my feet yet I was unaware;

floating in my blissful slumber,

my eyes closed to everything but the moment.

Again, summer faded all too soon.