Summer

She is calloused feet and golden skin

She is honeysuckle and salt

She is a time before there was sin

and freedom unfettered by fault

She is adventure on knobby knees

She is wild tangles of hair

She is climbing up the oldest trees

to smell the sweet summer air

Reviews

[Relic]

Being a toddler is the most wonderous and magnificent time to be alive. The sorrows, disappointments, and tragedies go right over their heads. Everything in life is new. I would love to be back in those days again. Your poem reflects a perfect time in life. Great poem, Melissa. :)

[Melissa]

It is a beautiful time full of wonder and innocence. Thank you!

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of one reminiscing. Well rhymed, with excellent imagery.

[Melissa]

Thank you!