Summer, like a long, cool drink
envelopes and breathes
enticing breath to
a hungry soul.
The song of birds lazily
singing in the nearby trees
The smell of lilacs along the road
A strange insistant heat
paves a path of forgiveness
for the bitter, repetitive nights
and early chill of mornings
of winter past.
The creek trickles in quiet rhythem
to the sound of my feet along
the empty road.
An evening calm alights like
a rush in a bush,
gladly I'll walk this way again and
again, like summer is a long, lost friend.
