Summer is the party dress of seasons;
A cool clear sea
washes summer heat
from glistening skin.
When evening wraps its magic cloak
around star-speckled shoulders,
an electric charge ignites
a summer flame.
*
Watch it flicker
to a breeze of breathy romance,
or a foot-tap to music
in open air,
while a percussion of ice-cubes
clinks in glasses and bubbles
of laughter and fizz
merge in a haze of harmony.
*
The song of summer distracts
gravity itself,
As a myriad of feet
lifts off the ground and dances
in step to a sound
of intoxicating drumbeats.
Even time pirouettes anti-clockwise
infusing stiffened limbs with youth
and lifting lips to soften
ageing features.
*
Lift, lift and lift me up, summer;
for all too soon, cascading
chills of winter
will curl our bodies into blankets
for warmth by hygge firesides.
The clock will tick again
to goad time; and summer dreams
will distort reality
in the most rational of minds.
*
And I will allow this,
I will submit,
because you light me up
when you wear the sultry
party dress of the seasons:
Summer
* * * * *
About the Creator
Teresa Renton
Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.
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