the days when summer was a gift
moments seemed endless waking
was a wonder of what could become
long days fireflies sunbaked skin
bleached hair turned green
friends meet up without text or message or social media hook up
now seasons descend with a regularity
anticipation comes in a much different form
will the plants wilt with the air conditioner work will I have to be out in the sun at noon will I finish this task before the melting humidity soaks through my underclothing
there is something that is a gift in this present time I am sure
just at the moment of writing my mind 
no my heart
my body
long for not what was
but what can be now a gentler