Terry D. Sutherland

SUMMER LOVE

I smell the grass; it’s summer sweet
The night’s turned cool and damp
We’ll walk the path by golden wheat
And embrace by the old street lamp

The time is ours; the night is deep
We’ll walk until the morning light
We both vow a promise we’ll keep
To share a life so tender and bright

But, alas, the promise was born
In a moment we did not own
Children whose curls were shorn
In love before we were grown

A summer love must melt away
And die with the October leaves
To be born again on a summer day
Amongst the cottonwood trees