Crushed leaves and grass,
tasty tangy smells of summer.
Trees are full and plush.
Fruit are succulent and ripe.
The Gulmohar bright and proud
sways in the brisk warm breeze.
Lazy silent afternoons are intoxicating,
balmy winds refresh the evening walkers.
Thirsty birds skip from branch to branch
looking for water troughs.
Fearless rowdy boys are at play,
the sun doesn’t dampen their playful spirits.
As the dusk falls in
the timid ones venture out.
I know the rains are round the corner;
The torrid winds will soon be moist.
I take a deep breath and try to drink the summer.