Poem: Girl of the Tilt-a-Whirl

She’s the girl of the tilt-a-whirl
Who smells like cotton candy
With gleaming neon in her eyes
She’s the laughter of roller coasters

Poem: The Ending of August

In other places summer still burns
Strongly in the heart of August
Not here in the Pacific Northwest
Instead of the dog days the cool
Winds of fall have begun their creep

Poem: At the Pond Beyond the Pines

There’s a clearing out in the woods
Past a meandering creek now dried up
From summer creek that runs down
To the clearing in the pines
A little pond muddy and dark
Where we would sit under blue skies

Poem: Summer Haiku

Shadows growing long
As sun kisses horizon
Summer is leaving

Poem: One of an Infinite Number of Summers

The smell of fresh cut grass
Hot dogs grilling and chlorine
On wet bikini clad bodies
All the trappings of summer
Days spent wasted on love

Poem: Summer Mistakes Yet to Bloom

It was a warm summer night
You were there in full bloom
Under the high full moon
Telling me to come inside
Because your daddy wasn’t home

Poem: Sweltering

Day
Breaks
On sand
Suntan skin
Darkening in sun
Sweltering in sweat for pleasure