That Summer

by Alison   Oct 4, 2004


The howling of the wolf
The cry of the lark
The wilderness that attaches
itself to my soul.
The sound of quiet footsteps
The jump of the jack
Making a new memory
and stamp on my heart.
The purple of the sunset
The orange of the sunrise
A kiss on the forehead
Signifying a new day.
The sound of a boat roar
The whispers of soft words
A longing, lasting hug
Ending the dream with the final word
Goodbye.

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