(The Parlour) Summer Bliss

summer is such a strange thing, no?

 

Brighter

Is my first thought

As the sun breaks the frail curtains

Early is my reaction

To the number 6:22 am

Written in red light

 

Warmer, my smile

As I put on shorts

Instead of jeans

Fun is my joy as I plan holidays

Instead of schedules.

 

Breezes greet me

Instead of blizzards

And drinks are for the weather

Instead of against it

 

Oh how something so big

So vast

Our entire world even

Can creep up on us

Over weeks and months

And we never ever notice

Not until

We open those curtains

And the golden dawn greets us

And the summer breeze meets us

As if they had always been there

 

Seasons

Summer

It is all rather big

In all the small

Subtle ways

Like bee’s

And bicycles