Spring woke up to Summer and hesitated to consider the blunder of her drunken ways

Between blurred lines of late night and early morning she found temporary home in a haze of heat

Summer's eyes had engulfed her whole being, utterly attuned she became with the motions of the oncoming season

Hungry for an enternity of warmth she ate knowingly from the apple with hope that cold rain spells and allegery eyes would become days of what had been

Beginning to acknowlede now the plight she's put herself in, her longing only growing stronger with time, she whispers a melchony sigh Summer's way

Summer's sweetness is for more than just her lips and the honey dew that drips from them in their waking slumber of late day

Lost in my imagination
I can visualize the vibrations
resonating from my core.
Why have I fought this for so long?
Sending me signs hidden in songs,
every line, lyric, and rhyme.
I remember almost feeling this way,
once when I was misinformed.
I don't want to go another step
without you.
The loose, ecstatic energy,
manifesting, lingering,
becoming one.
It feels like the weight of the world
has descended into two
atmospheres -- Earth;
holds everyone's seasons,
sing me a reason
in my next life,
why I wouldn't glide through
the forest like deer.

Feet pressing
into soft ground.

Bits of wet soil
paint our sandals.

With the incline
rises my gaze.

Mud spots legs
and freckles appear.

A smile touches within
seeping out.

Receded then as
a spring in cold months.

Suds soon would
wash away the
speckles of folly.