Summer

I miss the dew between my toes,

The feeling of walking barefoot on grass

A day after it rained. 

I miss the way the sun would appear

For only half an hour, 

then hide away behind the clouds.

And I miss the sunsetting at quarter past nine,

Creating a symphony of reds and blues and lilacs,

To be followed with a sky full of bright stars.

And I miss the dresses I could wear,

The infinite circles I would spin,

To feel like a dancer.

And I miss the night-long Skype calls

To my friends in distant lands,

Talking about nothing but the beauty of night.

And I miss the harmonious tunes of the crickets

Who would play their music all day long,

Because they knew I liked it.

And I miss the walks into the woods,

Not knowing where the animal’s paths would lead me,

Bearing only the bag on my back and the shoes on my feet.

To put it simply, 

And to put it short:

I miss summer.