Watermelon Days

A poem of longing for summertime

Photo by Roberto Huczek on Unsplash

Melon.
Sweet-crunchy
summertime-savoring delight,
bursting with nectar.

Melting-crisp bites of
refreshing pink secrets
enveloped in forest-green rind
recall verdant play on
sunny days and
memories of simpler times:

The crunch of black seeds
as popsicles melt
and sprinklers flow
drenching your skin and
rinsing the sticky juices
from your lips,

and the sweet musk of
july earth after a summer rain
as dark clouds melt away
into dripping rainbows of hope.