When Summer Comes

I’ve been working from home since the beginning of the pandemic, but soon I’ll have to start going into the office at least one day per week. Last week I went in to check out my new office, which I was moved to earlier this year. Going through some of the things I had packed for the move I came across an unfinished poem I had written in a spiral journal. I decided to finish it and post it here. It seems appropriate as we find ourselves in the midst of fall with winter on the way.

When Summer Comes

Summer sun warms my skin
Layer upon layer down to the bone
As sultry breeze waves the leaves
Of saplings now fully grown

A stillness comes as the breeze fades
Eagles in the distance screech
I search the sky to see one fly
Soaring aloft beyond my reach

'Tis but a lovely memory
As darkness enfolds a winter day
The breeze now chill blows until
Driven indoors in warmth I'll stay

To a flicker of hope I cling
Dreaming of strolling along the shore
Watching waves and soaking sun
When summer comes once more