Summer Is Over



fingers intertwined,
feet resting in the water,
laying on the stage.

above my head the hanging plants sway in the breeze
and I wonder how they’re still so alive
when the heat has carried all others away.

the sky is blue
but the storm clouds are fast approaching.
soon, they’ll be upon us with
the rain
and thunder
and lightening.

summer is over, and so are we.