The Golden Haze (a poem)

The Golden Haze

Summer is coming,

The forest is holding its breath,

Summer is coming,

The birds are returning to nest,

Summer is coming,

The snow is falling less and less

January is coming to a close,

Third quarter for students had arrived so soon,

Groundhogs are checking their shadows,

Slush and mud fill squeaky shoes

Summer is coming,

 There are buds on the trees,

Summer is coming,

Water droplets falling never cease,

Summer is coming,

Sportsmen are hanging up their skis

We are hooked on the dream,

That we call summer,

Short, fictional, wonderful,

A drug; it fills our mind like a golden haze

Summer is coming,

We’re dreaming of green,

Summer is coming,

We yearn to bask in the sun,

Summer is coming,

We’re already plotting our schemes

I can recall a memory forever etched in my mind,

We met two companions,

We were comrades the moment we met,

We lived in the water by day,

Toasted marshmallows ‘neath the starry sky by night,

They helped us mold the most incredible summer of our lives

Summer is coming,

Memories fall like rain from my eyes,

Summer is coming,

New ones will soon be made,

Summer is coming,

I will perish without my blue skies

Orange, yellow, magenta, purple, and fire,

The mural of the vanishing sun,

The millions of distant fireflies that speckle the night,

Make me disappear into my thoughts and not want to be found

Summer is coming,

The forest is holding its breath,

Summer is coming,

The birds are returning to nest,

Summer is coming,

The snow is falling less and less.