Ode to Summer

Like a soft wind,
laced with lilac aroma,
and freshly trimmed grass,
summer breezes in quietly,
yet she captives everything one.
Summer means lazy hours
on the hammock keeping a lax vigil
on the cardinal's nest
in the adjacent tree.
She drags me to the beach,
and we sit until the sky's bottom falls out,
and we get sucked into the vast sky.
The cool sand under foot, and the
black waves beckon.
We just lie there; head to head on the sand, gazing up.

Summer brings life to the world.
In summer, flowers are found
in brown bowls; such simplicity
inspires us.
Summer is like a perfectly crisp apple.
Holding its waxy skin,
stalling that first, immaculate bite.
Just as the first ray of sun
 brushes your face. It is an invitation
from nature to come and play.

Summer is a beautiful woman with
long, blonde hair and a naughty smirk.
The whole world seems to melt around her.
Yet, she makes the world look so much
better than it really is.
She runs up to you, not
saying a word but jumps
into an embrace.
A surreal day in the Shopping
District, and night at the beach.
She leaves you all too soon, without a
goodbye, only a kissed skin to remember her by.

Summer is the bridge between life
and death; green, bursting buds and crisp
yellow leaves. She is life.
The feeling of looking at the calendar
and seeing more than half the summer
still ahead is summer itself.
To going barefoot.
To ice cream trucks.
To pink lemonade stands.
To lazy days.
To pleasure.
To summer.