A silver spoon dipped
To caress the creamy silk
A cool summer treat
A silver spoon dipped
To caress the creamy silk
A cool summer treat
82 degrees—
Sitting under an oak tree
Writing a letter.
His home lifted high
He hides inside the spiral
Until her soft hum.
In my moonlit yard
A symphony of crickets—
The warmth of Summer.
Sun-kissed waves of heat
Roll against my resting form.
A hero is born.
To the summer heat
How they mistake your season
Equinox to come.