In The Summertime

“life should be
like running through forests
filled with trees
and thornbushes”

that was the mantra
She gifted June with
– so long
to the sun ray stained
memories
dissipating slowly

at the edges

June was made
of slow, yearning, desert fire
intertwined
with summer mornings
soaked in sleepy sun light
and then
– with Her
she lured thunder storms
a rush of force
so strong so

alive

June started spinning
instead of wandering
the clusters of rain were
pressing down on her
soon
the summertime
fell to autumn 

weariness

overcame
turned green wild fields
into carpets of orange
or grey
thorns were crawling all along
holding in
sweetest red painted fruit
not unlike

sin
in excess

did they
Her and June
eulogize
crave

each other

it started then
the nagging
fragmenting
along the spine
June was slowly fading
disintegrating
although
it had been Her to give
June emotion

She saw the disrupted flow
chose to run
to stay in the shade of moonshine
and sicker through ground
vanish to the silence
of birds and beasts
let go
of June

and with a kiss of
rainy spring promises
did she whisper words
into June’s mouth
while slipping
through dried hard cracks
to run away
then fall apart

KH