Dear Summer

Dear Summer,

No matter the circumstances
I can't stay upset with you.
Maybe it's because I wake to
Your perfection daily.
Your warm smile
Encompasses all my eyes can see;
Like the cracks in the pavement,
Empty chip bags
Floating in rivers created by fire hydrants,
And chalk outlines
That only appear
When hollow tips meet arts and crafts.
It doesn't matter Summer, your antics
Can never bring me down.

Dear Summer,

Your essence is effervescent;
Females dress in accordance to your moods,
And though the skirts get shorter
You're Louisiana hot, no one hotter than you.
Except maybe one.
But she'll remain nameless.
You're known for your short temper;
Remember your favorite qoute?
" It was hot outside, that was reason enough."
Some days, I just sip on kool-aid
And let your breeze
Run across my hairline
Like a barber, cool and collective. 

Dear Summer,

Your the first girl I've met
That can make me sweat
Just by the sound of her voice;
When you dance
Salsa
On pace with the latin music down the street,
I swear I can see the trees swaying with you,
Matching your stride,
While I sit in the shade
Admiring from a distance....