Summer's Arrival

Summer’s Arrival

A poem honoring the solstice

Soft petals

unraveling in the heat,

a steady breath,

rhythmic, sweet

rustling of the wind in the trees.

This is a song.

Your footsteps

on the cool floor,

the open window,

a glass of water.

You pouring

what is yours

into a gold basin.

Sweat.

Hunger.

The way fruit ripens

and the world stands still.

I will keep this.

Poetry is its own form of healing.

Namaste.

Photos by Brandon Johnson.