Late august

Let me enjoy
this late summer of my heart

while the leaves are still green

and I won't look so close

as to see that first tint 

of pale yellow slowly creeps in. 
I will cease endless running  
and then look to the sky
ask the sun to embrace me
and then hope she won't tell
of tomorrows less long than today.
 Let me spend just this time
in the slow- cooling glow
of warm afternoon light 

and I'd think 
I will still have the strenght

for just one more

last fling of my heart.