Sunday, June 26, 2011

Summertime

 Summer:
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,
expectant, waiting...
Then bursting over-head spectacularly,
like the firecrackers on the 4th of July.
Summer:
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.

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