July Daydreams
Summer heat fades away.
The crisp nip of an Autumn breeze
brings in skeletal trees without leaves.
Soon comes the icy winter night;
the gnawing frostbite.
Spring provides a moment of warm peace
until grey skies bring storms of grief.
Summer is the true season of release.
I pray for a sunny day.
I long to bask in humid July air,
listening to Cicadas sing,
staying up long past dark,
and shooting fireworks in the park.
We dress in our nation’s color schemes
fishing in lakes and swimming through streams.
Vacation is all that we need.
In July I will never run out of things to do.
Backflip on some rickety trampolines
or bike ride to Timbuktu.
Try thousands of cuisines.
Find new animals at the zoo.
Relax and fly the banners of red white and blue,
because July waits for you too.
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