Usher In

The warmth of summer holds fast for at least another day. I marvel at all the change the weather ushers in …and perhaps how loved ones and memories flow through me like the course of seasons.

I long for tender recollections and the unbending relief that words carry. Perchance I will find inspiration in the future grey impending. Until then I am nevertheless contented with the vanishing glow of warmth upon my skin;

Vaguely inviting and persistent

Reminiscent of acquaintances long since preceding.