I’m swimming with the

Summer loon

And side by side we glide

And dive down into colder depths

Where April hides

And even March is tucked away

Here in the bottom's breadth

Of spring fed waters

We linger there

In blackness cool

And reminisce

In chilliness

And then we slowly 

Make the climb

Through layered days

Of Mays and Junes

We float up gently 

Through July

And break the surface of

The August haze

And here we bob and tread

Together 

Quite companionably

Until September reaches down

And pulls my feathered friend

Into October skies

Sara Mathews - September 2015