Dark Summers

Dark summers are honeyed and drowsy,
full of woodsmoke, thunderstorms, and nostalgia.
Old loves are rekindled; new loves burst into flickering flame.

Dark summers are golden and sweet,
full of pomegranates, jasmine, and secrets.
Piano music plays from a dusty gramophone; whispered stories are carried on the soft breeze.

Dark summers are lazy and gentle,
full of saltwater, old books, and memories.
Vintage sunglasses lie abandoned on the warm sand; dappled sunlight filters through the delicate leaves.

Author's Note

Please be truthful, I just want to improve :)