Summer
Hot sun,
Blazing on my skin,
Bronzing.
The crisp, cut, green grass warm and soft,
Under my bare feet.
Reclining in a beach chair,
Spread before the blue sky,
The air so hot the clouds are thin, drifting apart.
A wind caresses my skin, cooling.
Friend and I, on the volleyball court.
My sun darkened chest glistens with
Perspiration.
Arnold Palmers refreshing and soothing us,
Taking away our worries, taking away
Our feelings,
Passing the pain away.
I choke on the bliss.
Swimming in a pond, it's waters crystal blue.
Free, movement unrestricted.
Sitting by a fire, ringed by friends
We pass the night away.
Singing, dancing, we are carefree
Wild with abandon.
We are graduates, celebrating the closing of a chapter,
The beginning of another.
Bowing to hedonism we rejoice.
In the new found freedom,
We drown.
This is summer.
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