Summer

Nails. Not the nails on the chalkboard
The soft tapping nails like whispered words
The crinkling wrappers like warbling birds
Remind me of warm days in the summer.

Sniffles fill the sharp winter air
The world is cool and crisp
Voices drop like a small child’s lisp
And I’m dreaming of warm days in the summer.

The rumbling deep and the high-pitched squeak
Is the music played in my ears
Eyes water and sparkle and drip like tears
But soon there’ll be warm days in the summer.