Summer Flies

So here we are in the deep freeze and according to the calendar there's still a month of autumn left.  But we all know (or should remind ourselves) that in these northern climes four four seasons are June, July, August and Winter!  So I have decided to post a poem I wrote about summer about 40 + years ago.

SUMMER FLIGHT

          It only happened once –

                             In a warm summer,

                   A new place where I’d always dreamed of being:

                             With sky and stars

                             Mountains and trees

                   And that glowing person

-      the embodiment of all my dreams.

                   And so, with wings of clouds

                             And sparkling sun on water,

                   I took flight toward heaven -

                             And the embodiment of all my dreams.

                   But all this faded and disappeared –

                                      As grey clouds of flatland closed in.

                             Never has it come again.

                   Perhaps that childish, dream-colored,

                                      dancing part of me

                             just continued its flight on

                                      above the mornings and the mountains—

                             For the rest of me wonders where it went.

                                                                             MFE, 1971