The Summer Retreat

Waiting…

The chills are fading, the sunny birds chirping
The lazy mornings vain, as the Sun takes the claim

Come summer and bloom those special flowers
Scorching burns and dollops of evening fun

For softies, Sodas, and Sundaes you would run
As the night streets are filled with you and fun

The mangoes, the melons and the cottons
The golden harvest flows in patterns

The bright Sun leaves nothing untouched
As you tan, wanting the first shower as much

Sure the showers are to follow
But there is nothing like the summer burrow.

Waiting for the summer retreat.