summer means
sun-kissed still-warm
strawberry, red -
not lip gloss but staining my everything
as I eat it slower than snails, slower than I should
while lounging on a rock
river mermaid come to life
sunscreen fading into my skin, into
the air,
pondering life in the buttery sunbeam
eating a strawberry
that's dripping down my white shirtsleeves
reveling in summer.
The East Wind is a rabbi in a darkened shul. He sits pored over the Torah scroll long into the night, his back bent like a cane. People come and go and come again, whispering prayers for the needy, the hungry, the sick.
my walk home.
the 4 p.m. sunset already lighting the shamash on the horizon,
melting the mountains like orange wax.
lunch with my friends, onion rings & coconut yogurt
I walk home wearing twin braids with bows
and a big smile because I'm wishing for snow.
Snow like a blanket, thick and white,
I want it to fall all through the night -
to cover the roads and the trees and the hills,
Comments
Ahh! I love poetry about such small, pure moments, taken and studied and squeezed for all their color and joy. You got every drop out of this memory that you could, every detail, and it couldn't sum up summer any better!
Thank you!
"Went Strawberry-Picking Today" is this week's featured poem on vtdigger.org, up now in their Life & Culture section! Check it out now! vtdigger.org/life-culture
AAAAH THANK YOU SO MUCH!
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