Reaching out,
the branches are shifting,
a weight lifting.
Summertime is here.
The leaves, crunchy and plentiful, combine with looseleaf bird feathers
wind blown and sailing,
across our pool’s surface.
The water is brimming with life
as the warm air becomes hot.
Once more, life is transformed,
and memories flood my senses
Float with me and remember,
twenty years ago,
there weren’t worries like there are today.
There were races,
playing games while listening to the birds
and their melodious summer songs
The water is warming
and we’re jamming to a placid wave,
traveling to places only available
when the sun shines and splashes freely.
It’s hotter than the bowels of hell.
Still, there’s something tender,
waiting in the hands of summer.
There are not many moments like these,
might as well live like we’re in heaven.
Dawning Creations 
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