Summer is a series
of moments
close to
the heart.
Summer is a sequence
of warm delicate breezes.
Summer is the pitcher,
filled with cool ice tea.
Summer is the warm wind,
sweeping everything along in it's wake
Summer is the tide,
as it meets land
when the sun sets;
oblivious to the happy faces.
Summer is justice
for all afraid
of the cold, forlorn
nights of winter
and it's ways.
What is summer
some might ask
summer is a rose in bloom,
beautiful and sweet
Summer is a lake
full of
memories
cool and clear
Summer is a sailboat
floating past
a lighthouse
atop a shore of rocks.
Summer is a flower
fading into autumn
all who see her go
wait for the season once more.
