It’s not a summer sky
The blue is bluer
In October
It swallows me in
Jewel sea
And clouds are not a summer cloud
Their bergs are brighter
And sculptured in the purest
Snowy white
And flame of maple
Scarlett bough
And oaken gold
Spin round
And dizzy me with flair
My breath is not a summer breath
But truer
Sapphire
Ruby
Amber
Ice
And me
In all my elements
Fire
Water
Air




Sara Mathews     November 2015