All that’s left of summer
The memory of vibrant blooms
Glorious colors rising up from the greens
Warm breezes
Cool rains
Those chattering flocks of birds
Curtailed trips and
Cancelled plans
Letting go of aspirations
I had such plans
To travel to forests and explore
The dappled sunlight in shadowed spaces
To stand on the shores of lakes and streams
We fell instead into stasis
Uncomfortable stillness in manmade boxes
Would you meet me there in the woods
To stand within a cathedral of trees
Listening to the hum of creation
A bumble
A birdcall
The music of air through the leaves
Someday
Someday when summer arrives
Again
