Thursday, June 9, 2022

Summer Run

 A Summer Solstice Poem

Poem © Joyce Mason 2022 

Slithering like a snake after rain

Summer hisses its heat and bawdy flowers.

We romp and run in the blazing rays.


We are racing prisoners who got out of jail free.

The blur of beauty scarcely catches our eye.

We sprint, tails afire, through the hot freedom

seeking water.


Maximum light and childlike joy:

We barely hear our mothers calling us for dinner.

Summer Solstice, cusp of Cancer,

Mother knows best.

Feed yourself

fuel for more adventures.

Rest a while.

Bring back the beauty from the blur.

Have it for dessert.



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