Summers From Ohio Poem by Genevieve Surrender

The smell of a past storm in the distance,
leaving a trail of soaked sidewalks, littered with wiggling worms.

Afternoon sun, radiationg its golden light upon helicopter seeds
and squat dandilions.

Sticky nights, forbidding heavy clothing, in fear of weighing down tired limbs.

Mornings on the lake,
and evenings riding the river.

Mid-day picnics in the heart
by the ice cream shops,
camped on the grassy lawn,
of an outdoor mall.

Ohio, your summers will be missed.
Your nighttime moon illuminating my back
as I walk toward the stars of the previous day.