The highway was clear,
As we drove back home,
The sun sent clean glare,
so that heat would roam.
She said this weather was good enough to own,
The day´s cloudless morning- light, warm and blue.
Into a bold pleasant midday it has grown.
Out of that blushing cool dawn sunrise it grew.
The summer starts with warm dew each day anew.
Graceful heat that endless dry highways harvest.
Long afternoons stick to night like balmy glue.
Such bright feelings, winter´s at it´s farthest.
As we pull into the pebbled driveway,
we see summer´s signs have something to say.
(for my mother I hope I´ve been a good sun)
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