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| Some summer days never really leave me. I only have to feel the warmth, see the flowers in the light, and suddenly I’m that little girl again, wishing evening would wait. ☀️🌼 |
Hello. Has summer ever made you forget what time it is? ☀️
Summer Used to Feel Endless
When I was little, summer seemed to stretch beyond the edges of a day. I would disappear outside after breakfast and return with grass on my knees, dirt between my toes and some treasure I couldn't leave behind. A feather, a stone, a fallen petal—ordinary to anyone else, but precious to me.
I remember lying in the grass to see the world below. Flowers became forests. Beetles had somewhere important to be. Clouds took forever to cross the blue. I never thought of those hours as exploring nature. I was simply where I wanted to be.
Not Yet, Please
I always noticed when summer began taking the day back. The sunlight softened, shadows stretched across the yard, and birds seemed to change their songs as if they knew what was coming. Soon I heard my name being called. Time to come inside.
I remember the disappointment. I would look around as though wanting it badly enough might persuade the light to stay. I hadn't finished watching. I hadn't checked where that butterfly went. I hadn't seen whether the flowers looked different in the last gold of the sun. Evening felt unfair when there was still so much left to notice.
Some Things Stay With Us
I understand evening better now, but summer still brings that child back to me. Give me a bright day, flowers moving in warm air and sunlight lingering, and I begin forgetting the hour. Perhaps that is what summer has always given me: not more time, exactly, but the feeling that I have been given more of it. Even now, when the light starts slipping away, a part of me looks toward it and thinks, not yet.
I Wish Evening Would Wait
Free Verse Poem by Khalia Wildawn 🌼
My knees were green again,
though I couldn't remember kneeling.
The garden hose slept in the grass,
still warm where the sun had touched it,
and somewhere beyond the fence
a sprinkler kept turning
with its little silver rain.
I had found a ladybird
and lost it twice.
That seemed important enough
to stay outside for.
Cicadas rattled from the trees
until the whole afternoon felt full,
too full to possibly be ending.
Then the house shadow reached the steps.
I moved.
It reached the patch of clover.
I moved again,
keeping both feet inside the sunlight
as though that were a rule
the evening had to obey.
My name came through the screen door.
I heard it.
A moth lifted from beneath a leaf,
and I decided that needed watching.
My name came again.
Just a minute.
The sun was touching the fence now.
My bare feet were cooling.
One by one, the windows behind me
turned yellow.
I stood in the smallest piece of daylight
I could still find
and wondered why grown-ups
were always so certain
a day was finished
when I wasn't.
There's more I’d love to share with you.
If this little piece of nature touched something in you, stay with me a while longer. I have more stories, poems and beautiful moments from the wild waiting to be discovered. Perhaps one of them will speak to your heart too.
Some childhood moments stay with us long after the sunlight has gone. ☀️ “Before I Knew the Words” takes me back even closer to where all of this began—when nature was already giving me something to feel, long before I knew how to turn it into poetry.
Where Would You Like to Go Next?
🌿 Back to Where It All Begins
Come back to my home among the wild and see what else is waiting to be discovered - Home
🌼 Come Get to Know Me
There’s more to me than the poems I write. I’d love to tell you a little about who I am and the things that make me, me - Hello, I’m Khalia
🪶 Discover the Heart Behind My Poetry
Nature makes me wonder, smile, ache, question and feel alive. Come discover how those feelings find their way into my words - Why I Write