Blue eyed skies

He waved to me from high in the tree.

I brushed the dirt off my skirt and looked up;

A long arm above reached down, to pull, and help me scurry up.

Summed sunned, his blue eyes sung;

I didn't know the world could pause,

As long July nights took over my life,

I didn't notice the flowers passing, and golden rays sinking away.

As we laid hidden by tall grasses,

Losing articles of clothing, the lust raged on.

Faster than the creeks winter run off,

I almost forgot of late Augusts warning,

Where the soft brush of his hands faded away,

As quick as long summer days turned grey.