Monday, February 1, 2010

the wait seems longer every year

High school marching bands

Biting into Concord grapes

Camping by a running stream

Bumping along on hayrides

Peering round every corner inside haunted houses

Driving by farms with the windows rolled down

Drinking liters at oktoberfests every weekend

Crunching through leaves on the pavement

Drive-in movies on crisp evenings

Can’t wait for fall.