Last Evening of Summer

Barefoot sprints across the ground

Ice cream melting all over the palms 

Children playing cricket at dusk

Lazy days for writers 

Gentle breeze from pines

Moving the wind chimes 

Making a smooth, tingling sound

Amber shades painted the sky 

Sandalwood aroma fills the neighborhood 

Soft chirps of birds along with 

buzzing drone of cicadas from the fields

And somewhere inside, I felt summer waving goodbye