taste of summer

Humidity buzzes in heated air
Insects singing the song of a slow summer’s eve

Tranquil ripples on a silver lake
Leaves, herbs, earth and rocks ashore
A boat far out brown and green or so it seems

The scent of a fresh breeze, then
The first drop hits the jetty, soon
Another one joins the waves
In the blink of an eye this place is filled
With grey clouds and water without seams

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