Summer

The sun shines brighter as the days grow long,

A gentle breeze summons my name in a song.

I pack up my dreams, my hopes, and my things,

Into brown packages, tied up with strings.

Leaving behind the familiar sky,

Chasing the dawn as I say goodbye.

Farewell the sand and the salt in the air,

Following whispers of a life elsewhere.

As the long and winding road unfolds,

I dream and wonder what the future holds.

Away from busyness and stress running rife,

I yearn for a quieter pace of life.

With the turn of a key, the door swings open,

The light that spills in is bright and golden.

I unpack the years, the loves, the losses,

Tuck them away in cupboards and corners.

I walk amongst early morning dew,

Planting sweet daisies where weeds once grew.

Exploring the city with eyes anew,

each step is a promise; each view a clue.