Tagged: summer

on the fifth day of

on the fifth day of
summer, we are sitting still
in ninety-degree

weather, waiting and hoping
that the heat never finds us
.
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on the way to a

on the way to a
southern summer, ninety-degree
fahrenheit – even

the mischievous chipmunk stands
still, long enough for a reprieve
.
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no, we will never

no, we will never
recover the summer of
2021 –

autumn drags us kicking and
screaming into winter, a blur
.
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like children, we wrap

like children, we wrap
our fingers tightly around
the end of summer

may we have the privilege to
worry about nothing else
.
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september arrives

september arrives
with the monarch butterflies,
five generations

all at once waving hello
and goodbye in our backyard
.
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in the middle of

saturday morning,

in the golden haze

in the golden haze
of summer, memories grow
sticky, require a

good douse, only to get even
stickier shortly thereafter
.
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summer’s recovery –

summer’s recovery –
excavating
crystallized time
for the brief
winter ahead,
powering up to
keep it all straight
.
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we stock our freezer

we stock our freezer
with summer berries for an
uncertain winter,

tucking them into october,
november, sliced into weeks
.
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