Snowflakes in Spring

childhood summers

I'm awake in the soft glow
Nestled in the brushes of bristled hair
And the reminder a day away
Is soon to be near

I hope for nothing
Accept rain
Rippling on ponds
And waiting for a thunderstorm
To apologize
Just for once

When I'm done
I'll reside on the porch
Counting frogs
That rippit
In repeat

Wishing for
Night nostalgia
To take me away
And help me never forget the day

Slowly filling myself full
On promises
And ice cream

Where was this me
In the summer of 2016