Sound of Summer

A creak and a sigh, the screen door swings wide,

in summer’s warm laughter, a moment to bide.

Kids chase after fireflies, their giggles in flight,

in the chorus of dusk, all feeling so right.

The flicker of light dances, bright against dark,

while the door sings its song, soft notes like a spark.

As warm breezes curl through, I catch in my chest,

a pang of nostalgia, where memories rest.