Summer of Love

What a wonderful Summer it is. I wash, spit and drink love. From the rising of the sun to the going down of the same. Perfect! If there is ever an adjective for the sunny days and moonlights. I could find beauty in anything and everything. The nights; left hope for a morning of reunion. The afternoons for rendezvous, and evenings for long walks in gardens. Tell me what else is held back from love? Aiyeko-ooto observes a summer of lovers. 50 poems in 5 movements, greens are luxuriant, when you are happy. The colors of flowers radiant and shimmering. Even though a few spots of rain interrupt our rituals. We justify it; with a need to cool the heat. OK; so maybe it's not perfect. Soft as sandy shores are, don't you get few grains; blown into your eyes? Since when has that stopped anyone; going to the beach? If Summer comes again, I'll be there!