Crackling like a fuse on a firecracker hot – summer
Lawnmowers growling and mowers downing draughts – summer
Sounds of children laughing as they play and run
Until one starts crying because you know they fought – summer
Local pool brimming with escapees from the heat
That cold blue water is gonna hit the spot – summer
Bonfires cast an intimate circle of gold
Fireflies darting, trying not to get caught – summer
Children fall asleep before their heads hit the bed
Parents marveling over how lucky they got – summer
Copyright ©2025 Lisa Paul
Deanna is the host of the #W3 poetry prompt where she challenges us to create a Ghazal. This is my first attempt at this form.
A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 