The sweet smell of honeysuckle,
Dampened by the rain.
Drips of morning dew running,
Down a window pane.
A symphony of water fowl,
Frogs and nesting birds,
Synchronize, then harmonize.
In melody, not words.
Crisp and cool, storm-filtered air,
A soft and gentle breeze,
Life stirring everywhere,
As far as eyes can see.
As the morning sun rise,
Breaks above the trees
I suddenly realize,
What summer means to me.
T-shirts, shorts, no more shoes,
Fancy grills and barbecues.
The smell of flowers and fresh cut grass,
Fishing for hours for trout or bass.
Baseball and Concerts after dark,
Amusement, Theme and Water-parks,
Dairy Queen and dreamsicles,
Homemade ice cream, popsicles.
Thunderstorms and scattered drizzles.
Boyhood laughs and girlish giggles.
Swimming pools and water holes,
No more school, just fishing poles.
Ice cold beer and bottled wine.
Longer days, come rain or shine.
Grapes picked straight from the vine.
Teeth carved out of watermelon rind.
Picking wild blackberries,
Whipped cream over strawberries.
Blueberries and fresh cherries,
Snow Balls, Cones and Mr. Freeze.
Fresh tomatoes and vegetables,
From homegrown gardens to tables.
Picture perfect, clear blue skies,
Beaches, burgers, boardwalk fries.
Peach cobblers and apple pies.
Mosquitos, ants and fireflies.
Picnics and the 4th of July,
Memories that never die,
Family gatherings, vacation times.
A poetic collage of summer signs.
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