At The End Of Summer. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

At the end of summer,
as I sit in the long grass,
surrounded by butterflies
and thoughts of you.

The sun slowly disappears,
and the stars come out one by one,
twinkling brightly as the blue moon lears.

I love to sleep in the grass
and look up to the night sky.
A hare appears and goes to sleep under the tree.
A deer gracefully runs by.

Soon fall will come and winter too,
Bringing back memories that I remember with joy,
when I had hope in my heart.
But that hope is gone now,
Like the spring.
I wonder what the fall will bring.


Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .