I miss summer
Long gone, twilight has given way to night
yet the playful wind that strokes my hair
and gently twirls around the legs of my pants
is not the dreaded icy gasp from the north,
but rather a longing sigh from the south,
reminiscent of such warm summer nights
when I sat under a tree with you
on a shaded bench in a park
shrouded by tranquillity
and time, ever so briefly, had no dominion.
I miss summer
quite a lot.