It got unusually warm yesterday after a week of cooler days. It felt
like a second chance at summer and what better way than s’more.
While sitting outside and enjoying the sweet treat, I came up with
this poem.
September
But its summer like
23 degrees at 43 and 79
Sitting alone basking in twilight
But it’s not lonely
For the clear skies
Sing songs of the distant past
Of star light
And all I can ask for is
S’more of this summer night
