|
| late August |
| Let me enjoy |
| this late-summer day of my heart |
| while the leaves are still green |
| and I won't look so close |
| as to see that first tint |
| of pale yellow slowly creep in |
| I will cease endless running |
| and then look to the sky |
| ask the sun to embrace me |
| and then hope she won't tell |
| of tomorrows less long than today |
| Let me spend just this time |
| in the slow-cooling glow |
| of warm afternoon light |
| and I'd think |
| I will still have the strength |
| for just one more |
| last fling of my heart |
| © Jon Bohrn (1998) |
