The last day of summer. by Peter Gnas
Shining strands of flying orange
Mid-air drops of warm sun water
Soft white froth caressing brown skin —
Moment frozen in summer Time.
The place and space, a tail, each face —
Feeling a calling horizon
Unknowable in wondrous Now
Unbidden by those watching Then —
Sweet memory in sight flashes.
Written for Friday Flash 55 - My post in exactly 55 words - for the G-Man.