when winter is over
the ground doesn't splinter
when the robin sings
and the lilacs bloom
as a warm breeze carries
their sweet perfume

Wake me
when I'm under
a canopy of hanging branches
colored in emerald green
swinging in a hammock
tied between two trees
reading a book
or taking naps
as squirrels scurrying
chasing for scraps

Wake me
when school is out
and the lake is filled
with men fishing for trout
and the beaches are crowded
with women, children and gulls
when the sky is winking periwinkle
as the afternoons lull

Wake me
when the grill is on
smoking hot
steaks medium-rare
shrimp simmering in the ***
and the beer is chilled
the grass is long
and the ice-cream truck
plays that same old song
as children run to catch
frozen treats
faces dripping in sweat
red as beets