Summer’s Descent

Walk in a summer haze with dust upon our hands,

Let the Summer heat make our forms waver,

That we can reach to the sky above.

Breathe in dry grass and pheasant cry,

And whirl above barbed wire fences and dandelion seeds.

Our spines will shiver along the dollar green coins of each mighty poplar tree,

As we wait for evening to settle along far reaching mountains.

With the last rays we will jump into purple twilight,

Alighting on soft and silent owl wings.

Come with me to find the very ends of summer,

So we can while away these moments forever.

-M.E. InkOwl

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