SUMMER

summer spills its sunflowers,
throws their seeds to the farming floor,
lets heat stream into every thought,
and sends them high to soar.

summer takes your burdens,
forces them sailing like hot air balloons,
and leaves you waiting on the grassy ground,
covered in gentle sunburnt gloom.

summer takes a backwards stab,
slices through the clouds where you are at,
and sends a cooling-cleansing drizzle down,
upon every battered back.


A/N: This piece was originally posted 7/24/09. It was written the same month, weeks earlier.