"the dance of summer..."

they are
executing the
intricate steps of
an ancient
dance...

a few steps towards
the lake
and one back into the
shadows...

a circling pattern of
girls and boys
on a
wide lawn of grass and
dust and a small
stream that
sings
a melody of
passage...

it is summer and the stars
are held above us
in a deep bowl of blue velvet
scattered with diamonds

in their cabins
they rest upon days
so full that
hours feel like minutes and
a week is like a day...

each hour
one less
to go...
until september comes
and they dream of
june again and
days of listening to
the voice of God whispering through
the aspens, and summer dancing
on valerie lawn