Poetry

Sunkissed and smiling

Smelling the fresh salty air

I know summer's here

summer is not my favorite season

summer is not really my jam

but as june, july, and august

approach in their usual pack,

I find myself longing for the winding days,

the heat that slowly drives us all crazy,

Raindrops on my windshield, a nocturnal symmetry,
Headlights carve through the darkness - black bear trinity.
Lost in reverie, like race cars through thunder’s track,
Will I ever go back there? Back?

Standing in line

For your bags to be checked

Sitting around

For the plane to come

Shuffling in the plane…

You open your eyes.

Beauty.

A giant resort,

Surrounded by trees.

I dig a hole into the ground

To get to my old height

So maybe all my childhood friends

Would speak in more than just short texts

Before I knew they talked behind my back

I gather rocks and stones

There once was a town,

Or well, a place

Where children danced and played games like people in another place.

They ran jumped and hide and laughed 

Well for some who were there. 

A glossy face

To cover disgrace 

Sometimes even with events

Sometimes leaves a bigger dent

I don’t need it

And neither should you

Because even with it

You’ll see right through 

savor companionship,
for if it gets lost in a foreign sea,
the world turns gray, 
dark and bleak.

savor companionship,
for if it gets frozen in time,
the world might catch on fire,
and the pain won’t subside.

Death is a purple cake,

It’s icing as smooth as a freshly painted wall,

Lucious as dreams 

It’s taste as skyscrapers are tall

Death is a dog,

Fur like a cloud,

She saw the summer’s hopeful light,

she once dreamed of careers take flight,

but that hope was gone and was dead,

she knew that she had lost the fight.

She fell through an abyss of dread,

When I was younger

The best part of the

Whole.Entire.Year

Was summertime

My siblings and I

Would wake up early

When the dew on the grass was fresh

And the

Birds were singing 

In January,

when the thrill of the holidays has not yet faded

and the snow still enchants with its glittering smile,

she flops into snowbanks and skids on her knees on the ice

of her backyard pond,