These little beauties homegrown rascals hang their heads up high tossing petal smirks at impending Old Man Winter They keep summer near close at hand voting for eternal spring the Reaper is nigh and far to the north Til then, they will saunter and linger as a sad torch singer breaks into lament and a … Continue reading
The smell of rubber even now means anticipation shaped into bicycle tires getting that new bike riding on seat springs and sunlight skirting a pathway to the sun legs turning to jelly pumping pedals flying down Pine Street and Jr. High too summer yawning ahead like a billion burnished promises gliding along the edge of … Continue reading
The concept of endless pure decadence swimming in a pearl sea one vast starry night a gypsy reading tea leaves after the swelter comes a tropical frost the mixing of salt and sand rows of cane bending write my name in sugar promises forge between hostility and peace the climate caresses as the sorrow roses … Continue reading
I refer to waterfall music a far distance from time’s corridor seeking secrets of forest lore sung with gentle notes upon the lyre. The wayward, woodland creatures walk in scattered circles by and the trees sing of eclipsing magic once upon a brazen summer solstice. Oh, verdant measure the essence of the forest and petite … Continue reading
Let’s set the latitude to swelter I’ve never been your frozen angel I’ll caress the Rose of Sharon, white faced and rosy-cheeked with its leaves going limp withering in the stagnant heat I won’t call foul even with the decimation of squash the brittle leaves brushing my fingers Instead, I will meet the cinnamon-headed girl … Continue reading
I want to live in a cocoon made entirely of summer as those curt, frigid winds blow in from the north I want to paint long, never ending summer days onto repeating canvases embraced by warmth covered in hibiscus flowers and palm tree fronds I want endless summer to be just that far away from … Continue reading
They promised us a cold front in the middle of August they promised us a cold front just in time to save us. We had been frying food on the sidewalk and suffering from steam shock. Dizzy and dreary from sun stun saying goodbye to outdoor fun. Disgusted with our hot cars starting a trend … Continue reading
I wake late in the nucleus of summer purple coneflowers with coppery spikes gleaming swaying in a solstice dance I have climbed through the brambles of blackberry bushes watched scissor-tails bicker from the porch wished for more time under the trumpet vine’s orange bliss climbed trees with leaves both green and golden limbs that now … Continue reading
Well here it is, almost the end of June, and I am way behind schedule as usual. Why is this? I think the Stupid Bug bit me. I just injured my back because I went to move a trunk, which on its own was not really that heavy, but I had forgotten that I filled … Continue reading
This poem is for the Miracle Girl and her current WordPress challenge. Visit her blog to read the rules and write your own story or poem from several prompts. https://miraclegirlblog.wordpress.com/2016/06/14/miraclechallenge-week-1/ Two Words: butterflies and key When Spring was juvenile and girlish polishing her silver key of perfection brushing her mermaid hair gathering and coddling first … Continue reading
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