Summer Scenes Poem by e.e. wilholt

Particles of memories
revolve in my head
floating
scratched by popular
top 40 songs
of short summers past

Resolving
wishful frowns change
happy thoughts evolving
from hopes of warm return

Barefoot treks within the wood
to visit the fort
we built long ago

The names and tags we
carved into trees
happy laughter years gone
now echoed by the wind

Lonely walks along the beach
the lake
my only companion
frosty cool waves lap at my toes
washing away depression

Castles made from sparkling sand
left to dry in the sun
drifting
bit by bit
before being smashed by a small foot

Laughter bouncing over pounding waves
giggling
gurgling splashing screams
amid body-surfing days

Quiet beach lying and sand-dune conversation
hot sun dwindling
on a purple and orange horizon...

With summer’s demise
part of me leaves
a small bit of soul
behind on the beach

Within the small lake cottage
a ghost of me haunts
fading empty rooms left

Left alone
as winter days drift...