Jess Huch Poems-2008-09

I lay outside.
I can still feel a breeze,
in the air.
The sun blazes heavily.
Its so bright,
I begin to squint my eyes.
But at least the summer days,
are here at last.
Now, the true beauty of summer begins to unfold.
As the sun is sinking down,
the moon begins to rise.
I will look up at that dark sky,
stare at the stars.
And remember this summer.
-Aryanna