When summer comes

Dreaming
of when summer comes.

Driving home
watching school girls,
ponytails bobbing
and satchels wrapped round them
like cobwebs
of the learning week.

The silence
of waiting for the season
is blinding white
I long for
starfish
the smell of the sea
and caves
full of summer fireflies.

Come sun
shine like a jewel
on these days

when we will
go to the cockle shell cottages
and beaches
that glimmer like starlight.

Come

summer

come