SpiritOfSummer

evoking June memories, branches are malachite wings adorned with freckles of light   (but yellow leaves fall one by one) clawing at my bare arms, grasses dry from summer heat exhale faint, fragrant wafts   (but are mixed with wither-scent) dripping on my closed eyelids, midday sunshine showers from forget-me-not-blue heavens   (but cold rains will come tonight) gliding warm along my face, a stiff wind brings shouts of kids running through hot playground sands   (but their freedom's end is near) it is the last day   of (the last) summer     (of my youth)

Early June is an old wooden gate noiselessly opening into a halcyon country garden ignited by dazzling colours, where the deafening clamour of our hunted and chaotic days is drowned out by the dreamy rustle of thick, uncut grass. The canopy of ancient branches weaves a tapestry of dappled sunlight ghosting over our bodies as we lie huddled over worn library tomes, untangling knots of equations and fickle nuances of old, strange words. Your shoulder brushes mine, my toes absently trace the curves of your sole as you trail the haunting echoes of Nature caged in poems, and I hunt for its deepest secrets enclosed in cryptic symbols. The

The school bells ring Exams are finished Time to drop the books Because school's out Time to jam up the radio Get your feet to a chair Video games come out Because this is our time Its the most precious holiday To come every year Where the temperature rises Time to make some lemonade Pack away the winter clothes Replace them with shorts Put on colorful short-sleeve tops As your feet wear sandals Time to head to the beaches Get out your surfboards To catch some wild waves As you impress your love This is a magical time of season Where summer magic comes alive To make it the best time of your life Make it a memorable sum

Its finally here at last School is over forever Its out for summer Before college begins in fall Its a special ceremony Where students wear robes Get their diplomas and shake hands Sharing good times with friends Its a coming of age event Where parents cry and smile Proud of their babies As they move to the next level The caps fly off Hugs are extended Lips are smooched Hands are shaken Its time to celebrate Such a wonderous ceremony Get the music jamming Let the people dance about Sodas chilling in the cooler Burgers grilling on the grill Check the punch bowl Before it gets spiked At such parties We take pictures Of