to my city at midsummer

to my city at midsummer

the sweet hot air of summer softly sighs
and gentles with the evening’s fading light;
the city stretches out beneath the skies
as brightest day slips into shortest night.
these summer nights are when he comes alive
with laughter, conversation, song, and love;
for all the season long he sees us thrive
and play beneath the blossom skies above:
for though his heart was born to face the cold,
like ice his spirit softens in the sun,
and as the season’s changes make him bold,
his still reserve begins to come undone;
    and when the summer beckons for romance,
    that’s when my winter city learns to dance.