Just after solstice, it's the height of the sun,
it's lilacs and crab-apples abloom,
sultry summer heat with the flame of desire,
Then bursting over-head spectacularly,
like the firecrackers on the 4th of July.
It's skinny-dipping and painful sunburns,
melting summer fruits, and brain-freezing cold ices.
It's fevered dedication, and desperate sweaty work,
yielding comforting harvests and spiritual treasures.
We have waited long for thee...
and then your gone.