Her Name is Summer

I feel the warm rays on my skin,

as the azure ocean above me

smiles at me kindly,

the ball of fire winks at me,

as do the squirrels scurrying,

the children playing,

the seniors gardening,

the families laughing,

in their own little way.

Let’s have a picnic down by the beach,

let’s taste sugary, salty delights on our pallets,

as our bodies touch the meeting

of cool waves on rugged, hot sand.

Let me stick my hand out the window

to feel the rush of wind

as the car takes us to an escape

somewhere

anywhere

because we can.

Nature, will you come out and play?

I see you blushing,

I know you do so through the roses,

peeking their rouged faces out at me.

I hear you laughing,

I know you do by the melody of songbirds,

their sweet throats vibrating with the rise of morning.

Are you dancing?

I know you do so from the breeze

that kissed the back of my wet neck,

that sudden relief that just

barely

let’s me enjoy this unbearable heat.

The world celebrates this way –

everyone is celebrating a very special lady,

who puts a smile on our faces,

makes us remember why life is beautiful,

why love is good,

why family is important,

before Miss Frost snaps her ruler

and tells us to get back to work.

I cherish this lady,

her name is Summer.