Past Summers Shine

Seasons come and go,

this everyone knows.

Some say the past,

is of no matter,

but memories that always shine,

I’m so glad are mine.

Days of sandcastles

and white sand-sprinkled mud cakes.

Past summers were like sparkling grains of sand,

glittering beneath my feet.

Splashing in mud puddles

little bare feet running through dew-filled meadows

holding hands when first love was mine -

dancing in the rain and feeling so fine.

The waves of the sea,

come lapping to shore

and in a cone-like seashell

I imagine I hear –

the music of seashells playing.

“Summer in the City” made me want to run,

grab the keys to the rooftop

and watch the sparkling stars shine.

Up where the neon lights,

of the city didn’t cloud my eyes.

Past summers they come and they go,

I know it will always be so,

as long as they leave,

happy, dreamy smiles.

So I’ll catalog them all

and in the dreary days of autumn

and when the first snows fall –

like ghostly footprints,

past summers,

will come trailing behind.