it is summer

the breeze is slow
lifting hair in exploration and relaxing
falling back to music of entwined eyes

there are no tall buildings, just wide skies.

it is summer

all floweres are open.
the vines are green growing over the trellis
red clay and moist sweet ground

what made the moon so round?

it is summer

in sommer time
the wind blows.

a constant sparring partner
in battle
with me and my hair and my step

(i won that round and cut it off - hah!)
a backwards defeat
when you act to stop an action.

in sommer time
the wind blows.

and all life rises
to see
what would it mean to fly without restraint

even birds are subject
they too tied down
to the ropes of wind that breeze freedom

in sommer time
the wind blows.