June

After months of daydreaming

of basking in warmth

Summer finally seeps into

Our  winter wonderland

Just a few more weeks before exams end

And we CANNONBALL dive

Into temperate freedom

July

The absolute zero temperature of frozen glaciers shifts

They melt

into soft, cool arms of a lake that caress the mountain side

Embrace the heat-ridden humans, too used to snow

Seeking refuge from the beautiful, blazing but boiling hot sun

August’s

Freshly cut grass smells like

Tumbling down these hill when we were kids

Remembering that we still are

Remembering there’s no rush to grow up

Remembering, when I take your hand in mine

That our youth, like the whispers of the Rockies’ mountain wind

Is eternal