summer is fading

it's only august
but the air smells like october
summer is fading

slowly, a martyr
for you
for remembering
in times of darkness

when you need it most
when daylight saving time fails
and the wind shivers

you'll recall summer
with its wide-open windows
and early mornings

and be satisfied
knowing it will someday return
and you'll go barefoot
again,
once more