“summertime waits for you”

The bed sits beneath 

the window, welcoming, 

ready to show the

spreading of grass and 

gravel, and in the summer, 

soft rays of buttered 

yellow, a small gift 

from the sky to you, gently 

nudging you awake:

there has never been 

a morning quite so sleepy,

or as wide awake

as this.

You blink as you rise,

stretching tired, sleepy muscles,

and sigh as you smile

with the rising sun.

You’ve moved your bed under the

window again, but

the flitting feeling

of soft, summertime mornings

hangs just out of reach,

always there, surely,

and waiting for you to wake.

You will have summer

again.

~

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