Whispers of Summer

On a blanket of sunlit grass,

I lay my thoughts down slow and fast,

In the warmth of the day, I bask,

Yet, there’s a longing I dare not ask.

The gentle breeze, it plays with time,

Each blade of grass, a tender rhyme,

In the distance, memories chime,

Of moments past, now left behind.

A straw hat rests beside my head,

With wildflowers, in woven thread,

They speak of dreams, both lived and fled,

Of paths I chose, of words unsaid.

Yet here, in this quiet, golden field,

I find a peace, a gentle yield,

To what is now, to what’s revealed,

A heart content, though never sealed.

For in the warmth, I softly yearn,

For places I’ll not yet return,

To days of light, and lessons learned,

Where love and loss both brightly burn.

But now, I smile, I sigh, I stay,

In the gentle hold of this day,

For here, the longing fades away,

And I am home, in summer’s sway.