Summer Lament

Where did summer go?

It was just here a few days ago....

While I swam and sunned and moved in the water:

The butterflies fluttered in their happiness to be alive.

The bees buzzed around my ears. (I fear you not!)

The dragonflies dive bombed the blue water.

And the cicadas droned louder and earlier each day.

Like trumpets beckoning the fall equinox.

I step up to the pool

To see it more leaves floating than on the days prior.

And before I can do the laps that bring me such peace

I clear them, then stroke through the now chilling water.

Odd that when the summer sun warms this water like a tub,

I forget what it feels like to submerge my body into cooler temperatures.

Skin tingling, nipples  tender and erect...

Almost shocking, yet wonderfully so.

Now as I watch this scene, true to nature

The butterflies still gracefully glide and dip above the pool.

As though weary from summers flight.

The pollen laden bees seem to have disappeared from view,

Doing I suppose, whatever bees do this time of year.

Are they still off drunk somewhere on the summers harvest?

The dragonflies are all but gone too,

Leaving bits and pieces of their delicate, transparent wings

About the concrete around the pool.

As if to say "Remember us, we were mighty here and will return in the spring."

The voices of the cicadas grow coarse and stronger,   deeper....

Their sounds seem to take over, more with each day.

When they are silent, this sweet summer will have passed.