Basking in the summer sun
We seem to have skipped spring again this year
Dreaming of what you would say if you saw me in my blue dress
Wondering if you’d sit with me a while
Dogwood in full bloom overhead
Pollen falling like snow, dusting the ground around me
Birds singing at full volume, filling my heart with childlike wishes
Remembering being young, chasing caterpillars around the backyard
Sweet iced tea sweating from its glass on the blanket beside me
Picturing the swing in grandpa’s yard, how high I would soar
Tree house, built for my uncle, falling down now
Desiring any body of water to bring relief to the heat
Cousins running, screaming, hiding from each other in the dark
Lightening bugs light our path
Girls protest as boys try to capture the mystical creatures in mason jars
Neighbours shouting, threatening to call the cops to quiet us down
Sitting on the back deck watching Nannie dance her blues away
Bluegrass playing loudly, cold miller light in hand
Clogging shoes tap in rhythm as sister joins in
The grill is ready now, throw dinner on, the men are hungry
Father and son pull out the guitars
Familiar melody fills the air
We clap along in perfect timing
This is summer. This is the south.
"Summer comes, yeah, as loud as hope and takes your breath away"
- Iron and Wine
