Hugh's Hot Dog Dinner

The scent of smoke
lingers in my hair,
a reminder of tonight's
bonfire and warm summer air.

We sat on the patio,
enjoying grilled hot dogs
and crisp chips with dip,
watching the sky
turn colors and the
lone lightning bug
fly by, as if to say,

"Remember tonight, for soon
fall's coolness will
replace this night's warmth."

© 2006 Amy E. Hall