The calendar Summer ends,

But not in my mind.

The sun burns bright in my breast still.

I won’t say goodbye for another year

Stay here, stay now, near,

My friend, my source, my light,

Burn bright.

The Summer sun refuelling,

Taking on energy to live the rest of the year,

A light bath of renewal.

I leap into Autumn, too soon, too soon,

But I know I can make it to June.