Scorching hot summer in fallow land
Dust devil stirring dry loose sand
No sign of rain for a month or more
Cracking clay

Summer

It seemed like summer would never end
playing beneath the willow tree.
We'd dance among dandelions and
chase butterflies

Jean shorts and flip-flops,
Sunglasses and sunscreen
Tank tops and swimsuits
Painted nails and bleached hair.

Driving around

Summerwood

In the Summerwood
where the fireflies go,
I love chasing them
to see their brilliant glow.

Into the darkness of the