Summertime Poem Novels & Stories

Then, came the clink of glasses. “I heard you haven’t touched Summer in seven years. Why are you holding out on a beauty like that?” “Are you crazy? Everyone in our circle knows that John only sleeps with virgins. No matter how pretty Summer is, she’s been tainted by someone else. How could she compare to you? At least you are innocent.” Anna let out a shy, coquettish protest. A chill ran through my entire body. Even my hands began to tremble. It felt as though I had been dragged back to the darkest moment of my life, the memory I tried hardest never to think about.

Harmony prances in my head in agreement, she too longs to be in her mates arms back. I deviate from the subject to comment on the big pyres that caught my attention. I hear music and people laughing, the pack members are definitely having a good time. The smell of barbecue and food is making me salivate but Atticus makes a beeline to the mansion taking us further away from the crowd, “Atticus, what is all this? “Is Litha, our version of Midsummer celebration. “Its beautiful” “No, my love, you are the most beautiful.”

Her eyes stayed on mine and expressed concern, like that of a gentle summer moon casting soft light into a starry sky. I drew a breath, agonizing under the load of my problems like the heavy and depressing heat of a summer storm cloud. "My love" became fashionable as I spoke, the cadence almost soothing, eliciting that image of a soft summer whisper. "There is a ghost enemy I've been fighting," I said, taking a moment to pause for breath and gather myself, like a summer storm preparing, gathering slowly the magnitude of its strength before unloading. Kalmia's gaze never strayed from mine, her piercing stare as sharp and pointed as the tip of a summer arrow to urge me on.

Remembering that she left her phone in the next tent, Summer immediately jumped out. "That must be Mommy and Daddy! They want to tell me that they're on the cruise ship!" The others rushed to follow her. When they arrived at the next tent, Summer was already sitting cross-legged with her phone pressed to her ear. "Mommy, Daddy! Have you arrived at the cruise ship?" "Hello, Honey. Isn't it still early there? Why are you so excited?" Sky asked. "Because I knew today would be a fun day, Mommy. Just like yesterday. I had a great time here. I did a lot of experiments with River. Then, we all gathered in the backyard. I, River, Uncle Brandon, and Aunt Briony slept in a tent."

"What's that you're wearing?" Summer lifted her pale wrist, her face lighting up with happiness. "Oh. It's a gift from my family."

It started as just another summer day — the kind that felt like it stretched forever, golden and endless. The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a warm glow over everything it touched. Birds chirped lazily from the trees, and the scent of grilled burgers and lemonade filled the air.

Not the glare of a red harmattan sun in the afternoon. Not the unforgiving heat just before the rains. I want that early morning sunshine in the rainy season, that bright gold touch to the heavens that reaches past your clothes to kiss your skin, gently like an old lover. I love that summer sun. It reminds me of you— Amanda.

Well, maybe I shall heal in time. A heavy sigh escapes my lungs, marveling the long night awaits. I know I won't easily get asleep right now, I usually don't, and it's only two a.m. Damn my life! I take a deep yawn while grabbing the bottle of water from the nightstand and gulp a bit. "Ah, that's better," I breathe, my throat refreshed. Fully aware of the resentment I have towards sweating, the summer has decided to grant me a vengeful visit. I quickly get up and turn on the fan, which allows my body to cool off gradually. The L.A heat is no joke this year.

Nelly… "'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer's lease hath all too short a date'." He paused to kiss me again before continuing the Shakespeare poem softly against my lips. "But thy eternal summer shall not fade, nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st'." He pulled away to look at me. "I love you, cognaceyes." Mind sidetracked, I replied with a small smile.

Summer comes when the sun shines brightly throughout the day. Heatwaves relentlessly hit the parched soils of the earth's crust. Trees bear fruit, while the grasses lose their vibrant color. Rain falls night after night, cleansing the red roofs of Wu Palace and the houses in the Capital. Lightning strikes like a sparkling ribbon hurled by a brothel dancer, and thunder rumbles as if the world is crumbling into pieces. Sometimes, it is peaceful; other times, it worsens. Nevertheless, the days stretch on longer than usual, each bidding farewell never to be experienced again.