Rustling Settle

the morning shines of summer air
misty quivers
and the summer that is the sun

all gently through
and peering through empty gaps
like a curious child
filling spaces in between brokenness

where it was once broken
was now filled
not fixed

and tell us why
the summer air flew all the way
and left us all wondering
of this new sensation

like the tingling of the skin
unpleasant; our long lost touch
of the bitterness that crept in;
ice

we suck in the summer air
now fading
dust settling
tell us why
summer flew by us

like the rustlings
and it settled
not contently
and dwells only in the light
of setting suns