Whippy willow-branch crowns
and crystal-cold pool water -
grass-tickled bare feet
and breathless trampoline bouncing -
comfortable, starlit darkness
and hours spent amongst the trees.
These are the memories that return with the summer sun,
and I cannot shake their carefree presence,
or how they pierce my heart.
Summer was always our joy.
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC
Whippy willow-branch crowns
and crystal-cold pool water -
grass-tickled bare feet
and breathless trampoline bouncing -
comfortable, starlit darkness
and hours spent amongst the trees.
These are the memories that return with the summer sun,
and I cannot shake their carefree presence,
or how they pierce my heart.
Summer was always our joy.
Just another poem about my ex-best friend. We loved being outside during the summer, and those memories always come back to me when it starts to get warm again.