Summer Prose

She said, "Summer is overrated."

And I thought

Well.

Fall is beautiful too

But each year

I

Fall

A little more in love

With summer.

Summer

When the sun shines hottest 

Is when I feel the most alive

And 

My exuberance 

Tries to express itself

In a poem

That doesn't rhyme.

In August

The Sunday of summer

I feel the end

Is coming too soon.

And

I want to spend

More time

In the sunshine.

Nurture my flowers

Soak in 

The colors

And sounds 

of summer.

More time

Away from work

Slow down

Take a walk

Go to the mountains

Ride bike

Visit the lake

Sit on the deck

Go out for ice cream.

There is beauty

In every season

And I 

Enjoy them all.

But

Summer

Is never long enough

For me.