Summer

I love it when the days are long,
when spring has relinquished sensitivity
to summer's passionate, unrelenting fire.

I love it when darkness flees at 5:30,
and sunset's golden train slinks away
reluctantly at half past eight.

The skies grow cumbered with clouds, heavy with the summer monsoon
and the air is thick with the sticky
foreknowledge of rain.

I love it when the days are long,
when jasmine's botanical myrrh pervades the air
like a sudden I love you.