Summer Is

Rosy Returns daylily

Summer is a strawberry,

incubated eggs leaking

juicy sweetness down tanned chins.

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Summer is watermelon

rinds on styrofoam plates, chilled

picnic fare shared with neighbours.

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Summer is barefoot grasses,

firefly lanterns at dusk,

creamsicle smudges on shorts.

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Fireworks stars, awnings strung

with campfire’s glow, seared grill-marks,

sandy toes at water’s edge;

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Lazy hours with dog-eared books,

aloe vera to soothe sun’s

kiss – all add up to summer.

Curtains are Eyelids

Image courtesy of Appropriately Frayed

Curtains are eyelids, blinking trails of rusty rain from cheeks still as panes.

Glass glows with vague reflections of  love and life long gone –

Broken promises, baby bottles,

Whispers and dreams and bumps in the night.

House peers through soul’s eyes and

Remembers it all –

Daytime delights and nighttime ghosts of

Christmases past, festooned with magical light.

Curtains are eyelids to shut out the dust.

Hollow halls are diary pages marked with happy tears and

Funerals and grocery lists;

Words on stained walls are the shell that remains.

Furniture is gone and

Footsteps no longer linger at

That last stair that always creaked.

House has been turned inside out,

Vomiting the living into greener pastures.

But curtains are eyelids and

No one can scrape away the soul

That peers wistfully from eyes of glass…