Open your window
and open your door.
For the season of skin
has returned like before.
Remove all your shoes
and run through the field.
The snow has departed
the chill is on yield.
Shorten your skirts
and pin up your hair.
The beach welcomes you
while songs loudly blare.
Remove those tank tops
when you toss that frisbee.
Let summer own you.
Now surrender, it’s free.