Warm winds rustle
The mighty oak's leaves
As squirrels jabber
At one another
Within their green shelter.
Meanwhile,
Bees hum from clover blossom
To rose petal
And birds sweep
Through the sky
In pursuit of a bug
While I lay, content
Upon my hammock,
Watching as summer plays out
All around me.
Another glorious day to recall
In the depths of winter
When the chill winds come
With icy ferociousness.
Summer lives forever
Inside my mind
As I dash through the cold
Counting the days and the weeks
Until the birds
And the bees
And the sultry heat return,
And I can lay in my hammock
Once more.