A Summer Recollection

Have I mentioned how I long for woodsmoke

To saturate my very being?

How I long for blackened soles

burnt skin and bruised elbows?

Have I spoken about skies that never darken

Nights that are too short and too memorable

Fearlessness in the face of sunny weather

Or fleeting freedom that bleeds into every action?

I don't know if I've said how much I love the sea

If I've used my words to sweetly caress and adore

The joys of friend, wine, music, and campfires

The things that live in the brief heat.

I cannot remember when summer was here

I don't recall a life without snow

Green grass is a mystery to me

A story that I used to know

But when I smell drifting woodsmoke

Or catch a glimpse of a bare foot

For a second I breath in summer

and for a second I remember