Poetry Practice: Longing For Summer

Indian Summers beckon with a whispering call,  
Longing for warmth without winter's hall.  
Imagining bare feet on sun-kissed ground,  
Embraced by nature's vibrant sound.  

Sunset hues paint the sky in a vivid display,  
Transitioning from winter's gray into a colorful array.  
Laughter and joy in the balmy air,  
Gathered 'round bonfires, without a care.  

Glistening waterfalls, a refreshing sight,  
Hiking through forests, bathed in sunlight.  
Picnics in meadows under azure skies,  
Cycling through fields as nature lies.  

Indian Summers promise adventure anew,  
A season of happiness under skies so blue.  
Longing for those moments that make spirits soar,  
Summer's loving embrace, forevermore.

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MillieMilesinTheWild

VT

16 years old

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