Summer Days

The softest breeze upon skin
Sun soaks deep down
Birds sing happily, songs
Of empty nests and burdens none

Trees sway a tired dance
Ladened arms lift leafy garments
Stirring at winds mercy
Before quieting back into their slumber

Heaven is smiling down at
Productive bees and flitting butterflies
All things grow, stretching
For rain promised in the
Streak of clouds flat against a blue sky

It all waits full
Anticipating
For what it scarcely knows
A desire unknown
A yearning not realized
A promise unfulfilled

It's always there—
underneath it all
And on summer days it
Brushes fingertips and lays
Almost in reach

©Jordan Hageman 2017