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In Memory |
© Michael Peter Smith

The summertime is gone
The birds have way moved on
The kids have built a snow swan
On the frozen lawn
And every breath's a diamond
In the crystal air
And all the trees are naked
Huddled cold and bare
Whispering of summer's ways
Honeysuckle yesterdays
Flowers dancing in the breeze
Here's the wisdom of the trees:
The coldest winter ever seen could never freeze
The memory of August

The woods are still tonight
The clouds in silent race
The stars so cold and bright
The moon a Buddha face
Out on the snowy hill
I see a family of deer
They turn into the wind
And then they disappear
Whispering of summer's ways
Honeysuckle yesterdays
Trails unwinding in the sun
Here's the mystery of the run:
They carry with them everyone a sleeping bee
The memory of August

The galaxies revolve
They wheel and dance and spin
And time since time begun began begins again
We circle through the universe in winter beds
We think we hear the angels singing in our heads
Whispering of summer's ways
Honeysuckle yesterdays
Lemonade and window lace
Laughing eyes
A sunburned face
A million winters can't erase
For one who sees
The memory of August

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