Summer Spirit

An attempt to get down on the page how I feel during summer because of the memories the heat and light evokes. Still working on it.

In the summer, when the air is warm
and the ladybirds scuttle over rockeries
and worms bake on the concrete;

When the looming new school year
wills your bones and fears to grow,
and drinks have straws
and grass floats in the paddling pool,

He comes to me on the faint hum of a wasp,
cupping all the yellow petals,
and counts them out, each one
a deed. I rub them between my fingers,
tiny scrolls of shame, and feel the sun blaze.

In the summer, when doors creak
in the afternoon breeze and the ice cream
van has you running barefoot in the street,

I lay with him and sink into his prickly
flesh, breathing silent as a butterfly,
the yellow petals crushed beneath us.

Reviews

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

sometimes the memories came to us by such a simple triger, Summer, the time that mean beauty and freedom to most of us, cause you to remember, cause you to feel scared again, like it all happend today, the memories will fade away hopefully, and you will be able to enjoy the Summer again. Yossi

[Sabine]

I lay with him and sink into his prickly
flesh, breathing silent as a butterfly,
the yellow petals crushed beneath us.

Your words are tightly woven. Brillantly extracted and otherworldly. Sabine