A Poem giving homage to summertime.

Seductive it is
A bombardment of the senses
It engages all of you from
The sweet perfume of flowers, of honeysuckles 
The way the sun leaks orange at the fringes of the sky during sunset
The clouds float in poses of aesthetic perfection
They lie perfectly spaced, big barrels of cream and gray tinged perfection
against the technicolor blue of the sky
The sun heats the air, perfuming it with the smell of it’s rays
Let us remember the beauty of it all, how the air perfumes your clothes
in silent declaration of it’s power
The tender damp of the night, the smell of the leaves, the sound of them swaying in relaxed evening breezes
The warm cream of the moon against a welcoming, starlit sky
as sunset lingers around, it’s in no hurry to rush away
leaving it’s aura vibrating against the trees
Summer’s heat causes skin to become moist and shiny, leading the males to reveal sun kissed sinew
in declaration and homage to the power of the sun
We undress ourselves, baring flesh that it tattoos it’s rays on
Marking us as it’s own
The taste of the curvy temptations of sweet, cold fruit, 
The sweet tangy smell of an approaching thunderstorm
Wakes me up, makes me viscerally and sensuallly aware of it’s presence
The way it takes heat and turns it to cool breezes, 
The staccato beat of it’s driving rain, the titanic cracks of thunder, the darkening sky a promise 
of a reprieve from the battering heat of the day
Then there are the days of steady rain, the gray of the sky punctuating the deep green of the trees,
the rain deepening and amplifying the smell of wet grass and trees
It’s pungent perfume setting the tone of the day
This is reality, this is what eternity will be
Full of life that demands your attention
It is graphic, drastic, and it connects with all that you are
It stands tall and requests permission to 
come inside and change you
From the blistering heat to the sweet reprieve of night
Summer is the fruit of life, it is nature’s decoration
It’s masterpiece, an exhibit of what life is and what it is not
Summer is God’s attempt to get your attention and to let you know
That he is real, and the greatest artist of all time.

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