SUMMER

Summer

A season of holidays, of travel to places far off,

Away from the golden hay fields,
 away from withered branches of a single leaf,

A reminder of the swift cool breeze , and soft green moss,

Barren, cracked, dry ,earth, the thirst is its grief,

Summer…….

A reminder of rosy cheeks, and freezing toes,

Of befriending the cold,
 that once was unbearable, as are foes,

Reminder of what was once too close to bother,

Of what is now too distant to gather,

Season of the tempting shadows,

A warmer black , and a brighter white,

The sweating hot day, a fond dreamer of the night.