wisps of this summer linger;

where sunlight once kissed my golden crown
the fading etches of triangular bikini tops
feet firm from walking barefoot on rough ground

where freckles once crawled across my nose and cheeks
bug bite scars still reside on my legs
sun bleached hair and kill the geese

wisps of this summer linger;

in the pine trees camphoraceous aroma
still clinging to my bouquet of ringlets
the citrusy tingles and floral ambrosia

in the dirt caked into the soles of my sneakers
the tye dyed socks and sweat stained shirts
and although my summer tan grows weaker

the wisps of this summer still linger.