Poem | Sun-Kissed Days

Sunlight stretches, a golden yawn,

Painting the sky in hues of cotton

candy dawn. Birdsong fills the air,

a joyful, twittering throng, A symphony

for sleepy eyes that have slumbered long.

Grass, emerald green, whispers

secrets to bare feet, Dew-kissed

blades cool against the morning’s heat.

Honeysuckle’s perfume, sweet and

heavy, hangs in the air, A fragrant

welcome to a day without a care.

Lazy afternoons stretch out, languid

and slow; the drone of cicadas a

rhythmic undertow. Sunbeams dance

on treetops, dappling the ground, A

a canvas of light and shadow where

dreams abound.

Fireflies flicker like scattered stars

in the twilight hush, A silent language

spoken in the summer’s gentle crush.

Warm nights hum with the murmur of

crickets’ serenade, A lullaby for the

world, nestled in nature’s embrace.

June, a fleeting whisper, a vibrant,

sun-kissed dream, A season that

lingers, a memory that will gleam.