Summer arrives with a storm one quiet night
Rain knocking gently at the windows, wind whispering at the door
And every day the children play in the sun
Their metal zippers and shiny buttons and deciduous teeth blinking up at the endless sky
As they pretend to be princesses and peasants and dragons
Summer carries reminders of the old country
The smell of earth before rain, blue Niltava feathers, wooden fishing boats, and sweet lychee
And every night the children sprawl on the grass
Staring up into the blinking sky
Their faces open and unreserved and endless just like the world seems to be around them
Summer unearths warm stories of the past, once buried with dirt and dust and disuse
A princess adorned with rings and phoenix feathers, a boy with a boat and a pocket of dreams
A dragon older than time, living in the cracks between the sky and the shoreline, endlessly
The children listen to the storm, to their parents’ stories, to the rustle of the wind and rain
Their limbs grow tan and supple with the day’s warmth and play while
Their greedy fingers tug on father’s earlobes, mother’s elbows, demanding more
More stories to fill their heads, to fill their days, to fill their dreams
Summer leaves quietly, and it turns into another autumn that is crisp as an apple
But every evening, when the sky yawns and the dragon bellows out its orange fire
There remains the sweet refrain of imagination, echoing endlessly.
This poem was my entry to the Live Poets Society of New Jersey annual “Just Poetry!” contest! I am grateful that my work will be published in the 2016-2017 topical anthology entitled "My World," a "meaningful study of introspective poems written by teenagers for teenagers, which explores how today's teens view their world and where they see themselves fitting into today's complex moral and social issues." It is scheduled for publication in late June.