Summer is a romance; a tease that woos our hearts and souls with a frolicking breeze.
We are young again, the wind in our hair, the sun soft upon our cheeks.
Like the hummingbird who darts from flower to flower, the sweetness of life is upon our lips.
But then in August, there is scarcely the movement of air; the heat takes our very breath away.
Each day, a lover’s quarrel threatens to overtake us; storms erupt, lightning and thunder, rain and hail.
An August love song plays on, flirting with September, still clinging to those long, lingering, summer days.
We know the melody and sing along; it is much too soon to say goodbye just yet.
Yes, summer is a romance, a tease that woos our hearts and souls with a frolicking breeze.
We know that breeze so well; it is light and airy, and full of a mischief we adore.
We are captivated, completely won over; we remember summer’s kiss and nothing more.
This is so good! You are a talented poet…you captured the feelings of those last summer days of August so well!
Thank you! It is starting to feel like September…lots of leaves coming down at my house! I know I will be raking soon.:)