Summer:

The asphalt feels scorching hot beneath my bare feet

Ice cream melts faster then I can eat it

Chalk drawings litter drive-ways and sidewalks

Bathing suits are taken out of the corner of the closet

The wind blows and you can smell the summer air hot as it toys with your 

hair

The sound of lawnmowers is a steady rhythm to which you plan your day

Popsicles melt in your hands and you don't even bother to wash your hand 

of the sticky sweetness, letting it linger on your fingertips

You hardly wear shoes and let your feet soak up the richness of the earth

Your hair is constantly plastered to the side of your face, where you shove 

 it aside throughout the day

You look forward to those long summer days where you sip your lemonade 

 and read books all afternoon