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 other birds,
Synchronize, then harmonize.
In melody, not words.
Crisp, cool storm filtered air,
A soft and gentle breeze,
Life stirring everywhere,
As far as one can see.
As the morning sun rise,
Breaks above the trees
I suddenly realize,
What summer means to me.

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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 and fishing poles.
Ice cold beer and bottled wine.
Longer days, come rain or shine.
Grapes picked straight from the vine.
Teeth carved from watermelon rind.
Strawberries and blueberries,
Raspberries, wild blackberries,
Fresh tomatoes and vegetables,
Homegrown gardens to tables.
Picnics and the 4th of July,
Memories that will never die,
Family gatherings, vacation times.
A collage of summer signs.

Copyright © May 2010
Kevin Mooney