Summer Poetry

I took a break from the scorching heat and sat to ask summer what else it had to say.

Poetry. I can write poems for you, summer promised.

Sun-kissed verses

And couplets on the dancing light,

full moon

Full moon

Rhyming with the golden hour.

But will you be listening? 

Hide behind tinted glasses, yet I’ll sing 

I’ll hum along your every step 

Composing a tune of many hues 

But will you be listening?