Each glance skyward transports me into summertimeBalmy, blue, cloudless, and sweet,Pregnant with nostalgia for days yet to be known.Memories of steaming asphalt and sweltering sunBob at the edges of my mind, pushed back byEvenings that smell like warm contentment. The summer moon at dusk sits prettily in the sky.Lonely, poignant, overshadowed by the retiring summerContinue reading “Summer Sky”