Golden times come to mind in the prime of Summer
Silly rhymes like rolling dimes are seeds in a field of sunflowers
Rain and heat, soft and sweet
Looking out the window
Bread and beer, there and here, burn in the heat of Summer
Family, friends, tight bonds and loose ends occurring upon the hour
Gift and gab, feeling fab
Looking in the window
Where did you go, how long has it been, questions rife in Summer
I’ve missed you so, oh how you’ve grown, loving reactions flutter
Come and visit before you miss it
Someone might close the window
Time is a genie, a beast, a bell, tolling the end of Summer
There are a million things to tell before the day melts like butter
The gift is the presence, even more than the lessons
My memory of that window