Savoring a Succulent Season

A poem for summer

Photo by Hazzel Silva on Unsplash

The world is blooming, ripening
Dew drops cling to tender leaves
And slide sensuously down to soak the soil
Where seeds once rested, dreaming

The hem of a gown turns dark and wet
Weighted down on the garden walk
The heat shimmers at this early hour
Savored peach now sweet and streaming

Juices run down neck and hands
Sweat beads form and caress the skin
The buzz of bees both drone and drowse
The cicadas, a raucous joyful screaming

The peach pit is buried in the earth
Evidence of dirt beneath her nails
Amid the cluck of birds and bark of dogs
There’s a symphony of songbirds singing

She is blooming, ripening
She leaves the sodden gown at the door
Redolent of soil and herbs
Dewdrop skin now wet and gleaming.

Swear It on Your Favorite Sweater