Summer Cinquains

Salt air,

when I breathe in

your sharp, tangy fragrance,

memories of other summers

return.

Hot sun,

beach umbrellas

with colorful designs

give people circles of refuge

from you.

First star

over the bay,

do you see boat lanterns

preceding the light your siblings

will send?

Breakers,

I can hear you

through my open window

crashing on the shore, lulling me

to sleep.

Even

in this season

of salt air, crashing waves,

hot sand, circling gulls, I long for

summer.