1.
Are you shoulder-burnt, lips swollen with wine and berries, with a season of satisfaction? Summer knows your story.

2.
Like a geography that grows, summer leaves its shadow — dusty lavender, new moons, slants of patio sun — and always loves you back.

3.
We chase light across every field, never ready for the end.

4.
If we should weep with change, with cool mornings and fading light, if our shoulders should drag and pale, let us remember this time of fortune and bloom, every green thing reaching for more, leaning into the next season with a slow hum of heat, with quiet nights still holy and full.