Summer Days

I am forever reminded as we enter the blazing summer days

that i live in the wrong climate. Summer brings a creativity inside of me, i can hardly

contain, but sadly much of it is wasted cause i am unable to so much as walk outside

my front door without melting like the wicked witch of the west.

I long to plant gardens, build paths, & sit in the summer evenings sipping iced tea.

The woods beckon me,

the trees whisper my name

the wind rustles the leaves

enticing & luring me to their feet