summer nights

Fireflies begin to shine,

as the pale sherbet sky fades to navy blue.

Laughter is heard from backyards, as little toddler's fingers,

reach for the glittering bugs.

Bare feet are running through the cool, green grass.

Hard breathing,

Harder sprinting.

Tennis balls are hurled,

Diving and twisting to dodge them.

Ice clinks against sweaty glasses,

and cold water is gratefully consumed.

Summer nights,

I missed you.

-hannah