Here's a poem I wrote a little while back...obviously I was feeling wistful and just thinking about summer. I hope you like it.

Summer Haven

Faces melt under the blazing sun, wide eyes
Gaze at shadows lingering underneath low branches;
You call me to your side, beckoning
With gnarled fingers twisted from age;
I sit next to you, afraid to leave and be exposed
To unbearable heat, then I lean against you,
And feel your strong, solid body; see the hateful
Sun's light dancing through your spread fingers.

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