Summer Is Calling: A Poem

Summer is calling,

I hear it whispering through the backyard trees,

The hammock slightly swaying in between,

The fictional characters calling my name from brand new books,

The waves reaching out from lonely beaches,

And the sun rays peeking around puffy white clouds.

Summer is calling,

I hear it sighing amongst the lingering days and starry nights,

The sipping lemonade on porch swings to and fro,

The warm concrete after sprinkler runs,

The weddings and babies and futile looks,

And the daydreams just waiting to be played as soon as I’m free.