summer sentiment

reverberating waves

the sea, the bells

you remembered me

there, is peace a place

a person, a movement of fabric

imprinted on all senses

I can never know who

you remembered — the smiling me

the twirling, the melancholy

or perhaps the one with purple

fingers among the blueberry bushes

the water is calm now

your mind listens, lets go

autumn came early — merciless thief

of green green fields

bear shoulders, wine on the shore

toes doodling in the warm sand

I prefer to think seasons store it all

only to regift us

at nature’s perfect time in full

and when the gusts of wind

awaken waves of memories —

we appear.