Dear summer dress,

I might be able to wear you one last time before the weather turns too cold
feel my arms and legs bare beneath you before the crisp air calls loudly for some cover
maybe I'll keep you hanging in my closet and dance around my room in you when I'm missing the sun and the smell of the wheat fields
but don't be jealous if I don't get to you between my scarves and sweaters
we'll meet again when the calendar returns to June :)
xo Kash