I longed for summer
Back in dusty rooms of woodsmoke
Reveling in cocoa, briefly,
But aching for days I remembered
As alive
And full of joys in cut grass
And watermelon rinds.
Summer evenings cooled to sultry theatres
For fireflies on a clothesline-curtain stage.
And my age
Was two and a hundred sixty
For all the breeze knew.
Skinned knees at ten
Sunburnt knees at twenty
And now, knowing that the summer evenings
Slip
From the clothesline into winter
I wish I'd had more snow cones
And sticky hands at midnight
Ere the crisp leaf pumpkin autumn sends it home.
postscript
For Cicadas, Coconuts, & Commitments contest at Authors-Club Cicadas, Coconuts, and Commitments Authors-Club proudly presents: Cicadas, Coconuts, & Commitments III It's that time of year when we bask in the warm summer sun, sip dainty drinks, and do the things we've waited months to do. I can almost smell summer! Can you hear the cicadas chirp? Lather yourself up with coconut butter and get your shades because you are about to join the Ho`olaule`a ! THE GARGANTUAN THREE: `Ekolu Aloha! This is only the third contest ever hosted by this club. Consequently, this event will be the biggest we have had to date. Prepare to bring this contest to the next level. If you are interested in donating features, points, critiques or anything to this contest, please comment below or note the club, Authors-Club or amour-raven . "No Keia La, No Keia Po, A Mau Loa" (From this day, from this night, forever more) What are we asking you to do? Select one of the six images with this as my muse: