I miss my skylark place

tumbling down to the sea place

sandaled walk along cliff edges

wind in my face place

I miss the song of summer.

I need freckle making warmth

when muscles lax into a-melting

as limbs loll and hair is damp

and pollen flows

I long for sensual summer.

glitter crunch of sand between the toes

smell of heat on skin

sticky feel of stale sun cream

squint into our mother sun

I want the spell of summer.