THE TANGIBLE ILLUMINATION OF SUMMER

One morning I sank into summer and summer sank into me; unexpectedly,
the trees, double thick outside my window
and the bird song heavy on the humid morning air stuck
to my damp skin, every bird note entered
in through all my pores.

The leaves bent and spoke a little,
but just a bit; they barely moved
in the heat, languid, they whispered faintly among themselves
and were still again.
They did not speak to me;
still,      Read More