Summer Hurricane

So I wait,

In the familiar garden,

Irritated by the minutes that stroll by,

The lack of your presence,

I soak up the heat into my skin,

Dreams of the summer fly in to my vision,

My paradise,

Then the light is gone,

I open to see what destroys my happiness,

A wide grin crosses my face,

A hand reaches out and pulls me to my feet,

An embrace,

“It feels like it is summer” you say.

“I know” I said, “I know.”

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

hi and welcome to the cafe.
a very interesting poem .. passion and the heat of summer.. a lovely write .

Chloe