The one buoyant buttercup
shows its bright blossom in the expanse of grass,
a sun in a rippling forest;
a yellow spot in a green shimmer.
Below, the geese take off together,
startled by something unseen,
and the bite in the air reminds that they
will not remain here long.
One cow feeds in the pasture,
beside the rolled and bound hay.
It lifts its head toward the faded barn,
and lows mournfully.
Summer is passing again.
Summer always passes.
Samuel Eddington recently
returned to Houston, Texas after a two-year stay in western Washington.
He enjoys reading and writing poetry, and is also an aspiring pianist
and guitarist. He is currently majoring in Creative Writing at the University
of Houston. Samuel can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.