Sigh of Summer

By Carly Floyd

8/30/10

Season of the sun

Of long days in golden light

Of emerald grass, laying on a hill

Watching clouds go by in a clear blue sky

Walking barefoot down the street

Yelling, laughing, getting burned by the hot asphalt.

Season of freedom

Of reading by the pool,

Of bonfires that go well into the night,

Eating smores and telling stories.

Of beaches, and digging your toes into the sand.

Of travel.

Of driving with windows rolled down,

Singing along with the radio.

Carefree summer mind has no notion of time

Or reason

And end is inconcievable

So why

Can't we go on as if this will last forever?