certain smell of summer

(because it's the only semi-decent thing I've written in the last few months.)


musky hay
in the fading hours
and that
certain smell of summer
hangs
in the air
enveloping dusty wildflowers

dirt and fields
mixed with wood
and that
certain smell of childhood
hangs
in the air
drifting in the heat's breeze
moving through
the tangled trees

forget to breathe

then
breathe in
breathe again
breathe that
certain smell of summer
through your heart