Dear Sumer,
No matter the circumstances
I can't stay upset with you.
Maybe it's because I wake to
Your perfection daily,
Your warm smile
Seems to encompass all my eyes can see.
Like the cracks in the pavement,
Empty Herr's bags
Floating in rives created by fire hydrants,
And chalk outlins
That only appear
When hollow tips meet arts and crafts.
It doesn't matter
Summer; you can never bring me down.
Dear Summer,
Your essence is effervescent
Females dress in accordance to your moods.
Though their skirts get shorter
You're Louisiana hot, no one better than you.
Except maybe one,
But she'll remain nameless.
You're known for your short temper,
Remember your favorite qoute?
" It was hot outside, that was reason enough?"
Some days I'd just sip on kool-aid
And let your breeze
Run across my hairline
With a barbers cool and collectiveness.
Dear Summer,
Your the first girl I've met
That can make me sweat
Just by the sound of your voice.
And when you dance
The salsa,
On pace with the latin music down the street;
I swear I can see the trees swaying with you,
Matching your stride.
I sit in the shade
And just admire from a distance....