Literary escapades

What used to be  may never return May hide in shadows  Sleep deep inside  Where you will need  all the light of sun to see its contours  Burnt in recesses  with colors and taste unrecognized Though always there  However scared  to come to surface  And Be Again...

When touch of autumn promises the end  of scorching heat,  long days in green and blue,  the fading echo of cicadas song with skies so close  you almost touch the fabric  and brush aside clouds  to see the sun We linger outside hesitating  to go back home Prolonging the experience and hoping  This time winter  will forget to come