Summer

Summer...
The word hisses with heat,
rumbles from the mouth,
lingers on the lips.




Summer is light.  Eager, brilliant light stretching higher and higher still, proud and formidable, fingering through trees, beads of crystal cascading around silhouettes.  



Summer is life.  Life growing so wild it must be tamed.. rich and thick and dense, thriving, but challenged by inevitable heat and thirst.








Summer is sound...buzzing, humming, cooing, chirping, splashing, echoing from the outside in, beyond dusk and into the rich, thick darkness.



Summer is red-headed and runs wild, inexhaustibly, through thick, woolen days that ramble on endlessly. She is young and dangerous and free, and her freedom is intoxicating.  She is inspired and propels untamed toward unknown beauty and dances to the music of the sounds that fill the honey warm air.

Summer belongs to children.

And, while the sun bronzes and bakes their skin, glistening with sport and play, they hum and swarm, and the wild crawls inside and runs deep into their veins, and they pulse with the fire and the light, and their laughter soaks into the hearts of mothers and fathers who only sigh...sigh because they know how quickly the flame of summer is burnt, and the brilliant, sparkling light is soon to fade away.