The green of the leaves
The smell of the summer sweet grass
A high pitch hum from the crickets
An ice cold drink, droplets running down
Heat raining down on me
A warm breeze from the south
Kids splashing in the water, a cool lake
Walking the city streets
Flowers taking their rightful turn to blossom
Shorts and tank tops, running barefoot in the yard
Warm nights and cool mornings
The smell of a hot grill
Diving under to cool my self
A laziness, contagious
Jarring, and putting them on the shelf
Going to the park and climbing the biggest hill
Great downpours come without warnings
Oasis on the road, a canard
Raccoons, Foxes, Coyotes and Opossum
Teenage boy finding a girl to meet
The suns down earlier, later awake
Corn, Watermelon and Nectarines in the mouth
My sleeping awakened by a bee
Early morning walks through the town
The house, hushed flags flying, fence of pickets
A cooler wind, a hint of what’s coming to pass
It’s raining, staying dry under the eaves.
August
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