SUMMERSUMMERSUMMER

Dreamy days.

Past memories rising to the surface.

The heat prickles.

The sun winks.

The evenings stretch out long and lazy.

 It's the anticipation that's biting now.

The ready, set, go of summer.

Toes on the edge of the line.

Bated breath.

When do we begin?

When does it start?

Let me dance in the rape-seed and frolick in the fields

Let the clouds run from the sky

Let the heat hit down dazily

Thick choking pollen

Delightful, buttery, flowers

Grass marks and mud stains

the cheery, fleeting hours

of summetime

It's almost here, it has almost begun,

Now is the time for

Waiting

Wondering

Planning

Dreaming up the days the come.