Summer Love

Waves lap in rhythm with my heartmidnight sky bewitches, stars sing,hand-in-hand our spirits soarpulses dancing to the seductionof love’s enchantment – Tonight the ambiance possesses ustonight boundaries have no holdwe are moon-crazed innocencewarmed by mysterious stirringssand shifting beneath naked soles. (For Eugi’s Causerie Weekly challenge: bewitched. Image my own.)

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On Encountering a Grove of Buttercups

Wild the buttercups thrive beneath emerald canopies – Joyous the heart open to reverie swells – Earthy matters soothed in moments of ethereal release.

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A Convertible Summer

Summer of ’67 British invasion Canada claiming 100 – Dad arrives home in a powder puff blue convertible. Back seat sisters long hair flapping bellowing along with 8-track tunes: Loving Spoonful “Do you believe in magic?” I, barely nine idolizing a sister sixteen – a model with go-go boots and hippie style Cottaged at Sauble […]

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Cedar Waxwing

A spot of red and dash of yellow bandana masked eyes how you transport me to simpler times – childhood days when you and I wiled away hours hidden deep beneath summer canopies – maple, beech and willow – listened for whispers on the wind, searched for treasure on rocky creek bottom. Years since our […]

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Rainstorm

Rain teases, trickles, more sweat than shower air thick and smothering sits on my chest. I exhale in puffs willing chest to rise begrudging this outing Cardinal whistles happy scales, while somber sky squeezes a single droplet kisses my skin and then explodes pellet-like missiles of water soaking clothes cling as a river traces contours […]

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Waiting on Summer

A lonely bench waits for emergence of leaves, rain turning to warmth, the summer sun casting long shadows – evening lingerings. (A tanka for Ragtag community’s prompt: wait.  Image from personal collection.)

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Soon Summer

When dawn, an earthly murmur, I walk, light Soon, heat climbs, the verdant blanket grass, rose, blossom I offer water, hot, relax. (Friday is Magnetic Poetry online.)

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Fleeting

Oh Spring budding promise innocence of green awakening hope, beginnings; hurried the impulse to respond, before scorching heat burns efforts melts ambition – Summer. (Composed for Dark Side of the Moon’s weekly cinquain – Butterfly Cinquain.  Image credit:  Ric Knutson)

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No Thanks

I like a crispy stalk of celery to stir a Caesar’s spice, or a wedge of tart lemon squeezable in tea that is iced and cinnamon is delectable when steeping in hot cider but never in my sipping days have I requested a side of spider. (Based on an actual incident.  Photo is proof.)

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Ice Cream Challenge

Ice cream, an indulgence inspired by summer’s heat – cool mouthfuls creamy sweetness melting ecstasy – torture for those whose systems cannot cope lactose intolerance condemning sideline drooling – until manufacturers develop alternatives – coconut bliss and soya so good – kudos to non-dairy treats. (Thank you to Fandango for kudos, Daily Addictions for cope, […]

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