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Bottled Summer

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .


With every summer that passes,

I long to find a way,

to bottle up summer,

like a soft and mellow wine,

so that when the winter comes -

I can savor it again.

In the dark of the long night,

as the north winds howl,

I’d take a bottle of summer,

uncork it

and let the scent of it,

the warmth of it -

fill my room.

Could we bottle summer?

and if we did,

we’d be trapping the magic,

that comes with the season,

making it so ordinary,

that summer wouldn’t,

be special at all.

Summer needs to be free,

with blooming flowers

and dancing butterflies.

We have the memories,

in our minds

and when we release them,

we have summer once more -

if for just some moments in time.

No let’s not bottle summer,

let’s dream about it,

deep in the winter.

Let’s ache and long for it,

so that once the winter is through,

we can celebrate the coming of spring

and walk once more,

into the magic of summertime -

feeling ever so fine.

© 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee