Summer Days Are Gone

I float on the last waves of her song
courting sweet wise, street-wise moments
now on a train to memory's circus sands

I light up a pipe
in the indian summer of man

orange leaves swirling
anxious blue rains

summer days are gone
heat melted
romance of winter's firelight, and 
night

 

Poem Michael D. Amitin,
Photograph Julie Peiffer