Solstice

Yesterday frost, today warm rain, imperceptible
changes in the air—
Underfoot and overhead,
creatures caught in the theatre of absurd
weather. And in the night, I too tossed
off the coverlet, dreaming of summer. You
grazed my nape, breath splitting into colors
I had forgotten lay there.

 

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

Series Navigation<em> Above the roar of the creek, a flock of goldfinches whistling:</em> →

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