Seasonal Longings

Winter, your thrill of chill is fun for a moment,

but then I dream of summer’s saunter.

Sipping lemonade, under palm tree shade,

glancing at a jovial children’s parade,

as they plop into the parental ocean waves.

Gripping a sturdy leatherback book,

of which most walked by in the old musty store and mistook,

thinking it to be boring and dull.

But the book is exploding with adventure and on my heartstrings it continues to pull.

It’s about Indians and pirates and princesses and funny looking giants.

It’s fast-paced, and on goofy wit, it’s ever-reliant!