Fall is nearly here. As a farewell to Summer, here is a poem written in its honor. We'll miss the memories, but definitely not the heat. Here's to you, summer.

Summer Is

Summer Is

long days on the beach

warm days, warm smileS, and warm hearts

new romances budding like a fresh Georgia peach

snow cone messes doubling as works of art

Summer Is

bodies covered in tan lines and tattoos

spraying on tanning oil and laying in the sUn to bake

everything is bright, shiny, and new

warm weather makes risks easier to take

Summer Is

memories eternalized in constant photographs

trips to the coMmunity pool

The stifling Alabama heat Makes you sweat, curse, laugh

personalities that glitter like jewels

Summer Is

loud music and loud voices

parties that never end

freedom to make your own choices

never regretting Messages after you hit “send”

Summer is

smiles on faces and kisses on tan cheeks

hours spent prEparing for dates

never holding back your opinions or being afraid to speak

never second guessing and always tempting fate

Summer is

cool sheets and sleeping in late

walking the beach, hand in hand

freedom to sit in the silence and contemplate

drawing your initials with heaRts in the sand

Summer is

a world of I had It's own

separate from the rest of time and space

a place where new memorIes and new love are grown

full of heat, waves, laughter, and Southern grace