I like the idea of summer more than the practical application,

The summer sun is golden and lingers long past pumpkin hour. 

“Nothing gold can stay” is a promise Robert Frost and Ponyboy made that I loved in literature but now feels both threatening and reassuring at 48.

I once wore a bikini, but now it’s a scuba suit to protect from skin cancer and a razor. 

The green of the leaves is hanging in there but my hour is over, my Eden has sunk  

Nothing Gold can stay– is my mantra. 

I’m living in the Fall.