Summer

Sit upon the blanket of unmowed grass
Watch the formless clouds float by
And the occasional brunette lass
Jog by while you gaze on a seagull fly;

Smell the briny scent of the waves crash
A fresh breeze from the westward sky
That make a leaf dance from a nearby ash
Breath in deep, out comes a sated sigh;

Not too cold, the sun keeps company
Like a warm, avuncular, distant campfire;
Not too hot, the wind is in symphony
A day without aches and without tire

As Red bids goodbye to day and light.
Stars flicker greetings in summer night.
Filling my mind with vast heavenly sight.
Calm and beautious. Warm summer's night.

-Wren

Hand in Hand by Wren