Summer.

Summer comes after the cold,

Crawling in with the pollen,

Blowing hot air,

Wiping away the traces of the wet.

 

Summer is the season of life,

The thrill lure of being reckless,

The burn of the sun.

 

Summer catches one by the hands,

Twirls then around and around,

Sends them flying into the pool,

Dowsing in water for coolness

 

Summer is the sun,

Burning bright and brighter,

Drowning us  in its golden light,

Giving us a sunset to look forward to

On the horizon by the sea.

 

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