on brisker mornings
of lingering cloud banks nestled in the valley
and my corduroy jacket
I yearn back to what they felt like,
the days that never ended.
sleepless nights under cloudless skies,
only a dress and a pair of sandals on,
drenched shirts all around on the train,
minimal movements along the computer keyboard at the office,
water melons on the way back from work,
barbecue meet-ups for dinner,
candles and wine and dances.
and not a breeze in the valley for weeks,
just blazing heat wringing out the lands.
it was gruesome at times,
but mostly glorious.
so as swimming trunks make their exodus
and woolen socks their return
and pumpkins dot menus and streets,
they are not to be forgotten,
those weeks of bliss.