Springtime has come and gone,
blessed us with its renewal and propelled us
into the days of summer
perfusing thick and sweet over
slow days which unravel
heavy like molasses.
Now we will sit amongst blackberry
bushes and swallowtails and
find our breath again in the innocent
scent of dewey honeysuckle.
And perhaps it is time for poetry again
while the opportunity is ripe
to ponder fruit on
tree branches straining under
the weight of their fleshy summer bodies,
like words waiting to be picked
from the mind.
blessed us with its renewal and propelled us
into the days of summer
perfusing thick and sweet over
slow days which unravel
heavy like molasses.
Now we will sit amongst blackberry
bushes and swallowtails and
find our breath again in the innocent
scent of dewey honeysuckle.
And perhaps it is time for poetry again
while the opportunity is ripe
to ponder fruit on
tree branches straining under
the weight of their fleshy summer bodies,
like words waiting to be picked
from the mind.