there is a way i love about summertime.
like how the sun melts into my skin.
the steam that rises off thick green grasses.
the sudden cool beneath a spreading oak.
the dry buzz of bugs and distant mowers .
the tck tck ttzzzssshh of the sprinkler
spraying fuzzy, glistening rainbowdrops across the lawn.
the heavy smell of warm roses
wafting layers on the stiffled breaze.
everything thick
and rich
and syrupy.
the way i love about summertime
