blue diamond ♢ washed out

silverado ranch

summer skin

squeaky swings and tall grass / the longest shadows ever cast / the water's warm and children swim / 

and we frolicked about in our summer skin i don't recall a single care / just greenery and humid air / then labor day came and went / 

and we shed what was left of our summer skin 

on the night you left i came over / and we peeled the freckles from our shoulders / our brand new coats so flushed and pink / 

and i knew your heart i couldn't win / cause the season's change was a conduit  / and we'd left our love in our summer skin

{photo of myself by Eugen Braeunig}

on a lost creek trail