Summer Day

Morning, sitting on sun scorched seats in your car.

Sand sifting slyly into your swimsuit.

Sweaty droplets mix with the sunscreen in your jar.

Lazy, laugh filled lunch at the beach.

Watching the tide, knowing exactly where you are.

Showering outside at noon, removing salt and sand.

Slipping sandy sandals on your feet.

Squeezing salt water from your hair with your hand.

Throwing things back into your bag.

With one last, longing look at the shore, how grand.

Evening, sweet, scented honeysuckle fills the night.

Lying loosely on soft and cool grass.

Moths dance around the flickering back porch light.

Watching silver stars subtly appear.

Then seeing one fall as if the Heavens lost the fight.