Poetry: A Walk in Summer

gravel crunches under shoes, a sound like flint striking hot steel
the rubber soles grow warm and weary under heavy marching heels,
but the path ahead is far straightforward, less a chore and more a joy
for the sky above is blue and clear, the clouds all shaped like children’s toys

heat wafts off the distant ground, the rolling hills a green mirage
and within the rippling air live creatures hidden by the camouflage
of rustling leaves and blooming flowers, colors cast by earthly prisms
rainbows that spark smiles and laughs, a sort of natural altruism

and when the beating sun beads sweat that runs in rivulets down skin
turn around and head on back to where this walk always begins
for tomorrow, when the daylight comes, the painted landscape will remain
all souls can witness summer’s gifts and passing happiness obtain