Shortening shadows.Lengthening days.
Solstice.
Waking to life,
an arboreal yawn.
Truest colored tendrils —
freshly born.
Joyfully rooted.
An ornithological chorus,
pitch-perfect in cacophonous harmony.
Serene undulations of oratory pleasure,
Nature’s soft call to a new day’s dawn.
Miraculous feathered levity.
Bladed soldiers —
a chlorophyll platoon.
Cut-to-length obsession.
An ever-cool
barefoot temptation.
Coating chins and noses,
a sticky tributary.
Spread-legged postures and seed-sorting tongues.
Striped, watery sweetness.
O happy, heavy fruit!
Sun brewed leaves,
cubed with ice,
captive to moisture wrapped vessels.
Humidity's antidote —
sweet or not.
Straw hat lady,
smiling at the sun.
Resting in reclined absorption,
relinquishing winter's pale coat
for human color.
Waves on feet —
a delightful rhythmic torment.
Squawking sand-steps and angry Gull croons.
Gritty snacking.
Crowded solitude.
Warm.
Green.
Alive — again.
June.
