Just-A-Stick

60 Degree Summer

I’m staring out the window

Longing for summer to 

Come.

 I’m longing for the bright

Hazy days of my

 Childhood.

I’m wishing for the simplicity

Of practically living outside

 All summer.

The running barefoot through the

Tall grass in the evenings

With my siblings.

Playing all the games with my dad,

That old swing I stayed on for

Hours at a time.

The trips to the beach, waves rushing

Up around my ankles, the breeze,

Playing in the sand.

Times were so simple,

So pleasant;

Summer. 

Now, it’s still winter, still cold,

Still dreary and dark,

Dark and unfamiliar. 

I sat outside in 60 degree weather

Missing summer so much

That I cried.

Those tears felt so cold,

So sad and 

Lonely. 

I’m hoping that I can just

Hang on until

Summer.

Until school lets out, when everything

Is warm and bright and green

All over again.

Until then, I’ll cling tightly

To my only hope,

My 60 degree summer.

~ Stick 2-11-24