Today is officially the last day of summer. An ode seemed the best way to say goodbye…
ODE TO SUMMER
spreading, sparkling, sunlit
seduces me into her simmering haze
until I rise
a glittering mote
into her expansive golden arms
her warm pulsating heart
It is easy to lose myself
all sense of identity lost
in the frenzied heart throb of a season
where all things rise to greet the sun
In one unending exultation
Summer, queenly, majestic.
as though Spring, that debutante princess
having strutted her freshness
of tender leaves and sprouting seedlings
has ripened into a delicious woman.
Who has wrested the secrets of life
from harsh Nature and
having won the battle wears her success
in medals of ripening fruit
lush dresses of deepening green
her hair adorned with flowers,
and tiaras of butterflies, bees and birds
Brazen and wanton,
laughing at her celestial lover.
when Nature breaks the cold cruel curse
of winter and offers a blessing
a reward for patience
a medal for forbearance
pinned to Earth’s breast
throws upon it
a congratulatory cloak of verdancy.
the season of the cicada
who shedding its shell
rises in the hundreds
its ululating mating call
frantic and fervid
the ultimate ode to summer
The boy had killed its mother. The spider waited for its chance to avenge. Finally, it saw him at the open window. It jumped, aiming for his face. Stunned, the boy lost his balance, fell backwards, hit his head against the bed-post and passed out. No one heard the thud. He bled to death.