in which i say goodbye to summer

did i mention...

i had the most marvelous of weekends

here's a little glimpse...

we rise like morning birds

 spreading wings of hope

stretching, reaching toward the sun

and we are alive

we are shimmering with new days

and horizons

and wild, meandering dreams

that take us by the hand

whisper delicious secrets

and compel us on

whirling us around corners

stealing the breath from our lungs

imbibing us with exhilaration

flowing with reckless abandon through our veins

and then

as gently as we were stolen

we are returned

tucked back into our corners

windswept hair settling on our shoulders

and we are the same

except for

sunfreckles telling stories on our arms

eyes widened and new

and a pulse that throbs of early june

and tells of warm rainstorms

and beats reminiscent of late nights in august

and we are, still, alive