Ode To Summer

Does summer know that it hangs on

Like a drunken party guest?

Through rain and fog it lingers still,

A faded tattoo of the past.

Though years may pass and seasons change,

As autumn leaves and winter fades,

One thing stays (and though it's strange –)

A quiet smile and eyes like jade.

You'll never really leave, I know

Though the light fades and the sky grows cold

And the trees grow pale and old

A part of me just won't let go.

(I'm waiting for a 'told you so'.)

Does summer know that it hangs on,

Like a drunken party guest?

Your echo sleeps in my room still

(Though, perhaps, it's for the best.)