He is a kiss in the summer wind.
The rise in the mercury.
All things Southern, the season of Summer.
Intense. Hot to handle but still beautiful
when the day is ended.
A crisp blue sky, one puffed cloud floating by.
A rainstorm, torrential and scary.
Cracking lightning, flooding the streets.
The sunrise to bring on the day, the sunset to end everything.
The weeping willow bowing its head, the
lightning bug I want to catch and put in the jar.
Cornbread in the kitchen its smell waking up the lazy Sunday air.
The stain of strawberries on my lips, the cool lake to
drown in or stay afloat on.
The heat that makes me sweat.
Ice tea with sugar floating to the bottom of a stirred glass,
tingling my lips.
Tinkle of wind chimes that lulls me to sleep and
whispers low I love you and rattles my cage
to get up and go inside and make love all
night long with soaked cotton sheets, while
the gardenias wither, exhume their perfume to encase us.
About the Creator
Samantha Evans
Attending Full Sail University earning my Bachelors Degree in Creative Writing for Entertainment. I have my certification for teaching English as a second language with a specialization in Children and TOEFL. Goal: Graduation and Korea 2019
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