Sunday, July 26, 2020

Last Summer Night



As the pinks in the sky
And the reds draw down
The last warm breeze
And salty beach foam
Wave its final
Summer goodbye
The birds stick around
For signs of the first freeze
Before flying to
Their southern homes

By Melissa Kelly 

Published in Soft Cartel Feb, 2018


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