Summer+Swing+by+Randi+Steiner

Summer Swing Do not forget the time spent under the waves, When the air had warmth, And the breeze was anything but bitter All day was spent hanging out on the swing, Or in the water Nothing can touch that bliss

Quickly, lost is the bliss The deteriorating leaves come down in waves Dream to once again be surrounded by water Perhaps its embrace retained some warmth The wind is the only thing that pushes the swing Those gusts are intolerably bitter

Cheeks are rosy with the cold, quite bitter Thoroughly insulated shelter provides the only bliss Long abandoned is the swing The cold arrives in desperate waves Like it’s fighting a battle with the warmth Skin is only kissed under the steaming hot shower by water

Don’t even think of the water Memories will only make you bitter Soon enough the days will bring you warmth Patiently await the return of the feeling of bliss Gliding over the waves Yet there is still snow piled upon the swing

In the woods, that lonely swing The one overlooking the turquoise water Where you could hear the crash of waves Where it’s impossible to feel bitter In memory, bliss But not without that intangible warmth

A sudden taste of warmth You wish to be back on the swing, Do anything for that bliss Still too chilly is the water The wind bites, still bitter Not yet time to be submerged under the waves

Finally, the time has arrived for bliss; nothing can make it bitter Nothing can steal the warmth from the waves Or the water, as long as there is someone with whom to share the swing