i write more in the summertime.
perhaps it’s because i am reminded that
i am living,
or maybe i just don’t have time
in the fall and spring
to think my thoughts
in rhyme or rhythm.

but when it comes to me, it comes!
and i don’t crave consistency (too hard).

there aren’t many birds around
right now
to put the poems in me,
and that’s okay.
i’ll wait for them, and you,
dear summertime.
you know my number.



© lj brooks