Speaking of Solstice (a poem)
Speaking of Solstice
Summer arrived abruptly this year;
A little earlier than scheduled.
She did not have to evict Spring,
Spring was absent without leave
Left us with cold rain, cold nights
Left us frustrated, wanting to experience
Birds and bees and peepers
Walking through the woods
We missed the fragrance of Madrone blooming
The scent a blend of Orange blossoms, Jasmine and Patchouli
So Summer stepped in,
No nonsense now, she said.
Now the grass is brown
Madrone is shedding, going to sleep.
Summer shall give us hot days
And cool nights
We better get used to it.
lilod June 21 2011