The sun casts mercurial shadows across the yard: green yellow grass dirt path silvered timber porch like black ink blots the shadows slowly roll the gray weatherboard at the back of the house still cold with morning despite the bright glare of the sun I remember summer halcyon memories childhood romances with the senses the blue sky long crisp grass of summer cool rivers filled with swimming bush clad adventures hot sweat tiredness contented hunger the death of youth I remember summer halcyon memories shed with each chilled gust of spring wind now rising coldly against the past.