Summer’s Lens


Summer hot,
curtains drawn.
Anything we do,
to block out the warmth.

White noise,
all around.
Filling rooms,
with their whirring sounds.

TV on,
blaring throughout the day.
Every hit and bowl filmed,
so the fans can follow the play.

Grains of sand,
white hot.
Glued to our skin,
hand to foot.

Ocean blue,
cool and clear.
Pulling me through,
tide creeping near.

Sea breeze smells,
with a side of fish and chips.
We breathe it all in,
after our ocean dip.

Old familiar,
here again.
With an embrace of warmth,
we feel at home 
through summer’s lens.

Published by Hayley McManus

I'm a writer who wants to share more content, instead of keeping them jammed in many notebooks in fear of anything and everything illogical.

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