Summer

Summer

I yearn

for long than I can think of,

for those warms days

and cool nights,

for ripe tomatoes and cucumbers,

some frozen sweet dessert,

and minimal attire.

When summer finally arrives,

it is with open arms

I greet her,

this radiant being

whose breath is warm

on my skin,

as she opens all the doors

and windows

of my soul.

That long yearning

through deep snow

and frigid air,

clothes piled atop

each other,

hot foods and liquids,

and shelter as survival,

is now abated

and met with sweetness.

I cannot think ahead

to the coming change

once again.

All of me demands me

to eat another cherry,

cool my heat with a cold drink,

relish the cool breeze

I the evening

that slakes the skin thirst

of summer’s excess.

Dancing in summer’ new gown,

flowers alive in my hair,

she takes my hand,

twirls me around,

and winks at me.

We know.

She’ll leave and fly south.

I will long for her return.

For today, I dance

and greet her with love.

Jyoti Wind

We know.

She’ll leave and fly south.

I will long for her return.

For today, I dance

and greet her with love.

Jyoti Wind