Thick and brutal green
Chokes the landscape
And hides ghosts of summers past
Menacingly swaying
Over the dark damp underbelly of youth
But a symphony of ghostly voices
Rises just above the din
On harsh stifled breezes
Where summer begins
Shadows dance until early evening
When the ghosts come out to play
Leaving traces of themselves
On wisp of fragrance
Or taste of summer bounty
Hiding the nature of their desire
To keep you here
Stuck in this place as they are
Shrouded by overgrown maple
And foreboding lilac
Beauty as treacherous as evil
Not revealed until long after
Night falls and the breezes chase away