Summertime- poem

You come in summertime, in waves of sensuality,

and open the backyard gate for us to go and play,

you´re sun and flower, water and fruitful earth,

and my wildest dreams blossom in you.

Come again, stay for wintertime,

Huddled under the single blanket of our arms,

Let´s see the world sprout together,

and the asphalt heat up again,

till a new summer comes.


by Juan M.S


I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.

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