Sensing Summer

The thing about summer

Is the sky that turns so blue

That even the purest

Most iridescent gem

Cannot match the depth of color

 

And the thing about summer

Is the sound of leaves

In a summer breeze

So soft it could be

The sigh of angels

 

And the thing about summer

Is the taste of ozone

In the air after a midnight

Storm that stirs up

Dust and memories

 

And the thing about summer

Is the feeling of grass

Beneath bare feet

Cool in spite of the

Blazing summer sun

 

And the thing about summer

Is the smell of a garden

Of earth and peas

And sunflowers and dreams

Harmonious and beautiful

 

And the thing about summer

Is the passage of time

When you’re young it seems

That summer lasts forever

But then it doesn’t

 

And the thing about summer

Is the remembering

Of twilight haze and stars

And Milkyways that

Inspired the rest of our lives

 

In the end,

That’s the thing about summer.

In the end.

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