The Dog Days Are Over

Melted ice-cream cones on fallen leaves

As we hold hands and watch the sun fall.

The horizon tinted indigo, sherbert clouds

Forming a frothy sea where stars dance

Like the embers twinkling in the distance,

The last campfire of parting high schoolers.

Memories being made through tears,

Blanketed girls clutching their sweethearts

In one hand and a marshmallow-filled

Stick in the other while laughing gleefuly,

Reminiscing on old teachers and principals.

Little kids walking past, yawning and whining,

Five more minutes, ten more minutes, we beg;

We all beg Father Time for more time to spend

Dancing in the glow of summer another night

Before the chill of autumn gives way to winter.