“Yep, it’s summer!” Gun Roswell 

Early morning

Sun barely yawning 

It’s light outside 

Despite the early hours time

The cooling breeze

But not enough to make you freeze

The air misty

The clouds soft and twisted 

Moon going to sleep

The ocean dark and deep

A solitary bird shrieking

Possibly a worm seeking

Few people on their way to work 

Me on me leisure time, lips on a smirk

Finally shedding the heavy winter coat 

Feeling light, relaxed, without a load