Summer Nights
Summer nights
Butterflies
Deep blue sky
Wind in the air
Gust in my hair
Don’t even care
My mind is free
As I walk in glee
Leaving my worries behind me
I smell the scent of the rain pour
The lingering petrichor
The sand by the seashore
I hear the rustle of leaves
The evening breeze
The birds’ cheeps
I see people talking outside
Kids laughing out their spines
Lovers stuck in time
As the wet grass touches my toes
I wistfully know
It will soon be time for summer to go
But for tonight
I enjoy the sight
Of these summer nights
About the Contributor
Ushnaa Zaman, Editor
Ushnaa Zaman is a senior at Freehold High School. This is her fourth year writing for The Colonial, and her first year as an editor. She loves painting, reading novels, and writing poetry and stories. She also takes pleasure in learning about different cultures, and one day, she hopes to travel the whole world. Until then, she is planning to write a variety of pieces this year, which she is enthusiastic about sharing on The Colonial.
