Summer

Some quick lines, the winter is getting to me.        

I miss summer
in its slow
engulfing heat
its slowness
    like dripping honey
and tones
    of amber
    green

Flowing dresses
to knobby knees of girls
like in my childhood

Grassy parks
    and melting away
    into a slumber under trees

Running children
    the caress
    the kiss and
    laughter
of new Love
    imature and
    naive in its hopeful spring birth

I miss the
warmth on my face
    surrounding
    swallowing me whole
The
    blinding sun and
    slow heat
        like dripping honey

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