But, I am the one who must live through the 6 to 7 months of the Minnesota Winter HELLscape that occurs here in the Northland, and I am ecstatic when Summer sits her beautiful, shapely ass down to join us for some good strong coffee and sweet, salty scones!
I am currently working on a new collection of poetry, since it seems there is an endless supply of words running through my blood, and to ignore their needs is a little like ignoring the summer wood ticks and mosquitoes. It can get a mite uncomfortable. My soon to be published book...Poems of the Unrequited, Clinically Depressed Ghost Girl...seems to have taken place during the winter season, both the physical and the metaphorical one. The cold, 20 below zero-howling at my door Northern Minnesota winter, and the lonely, desolate winter of my soul. This new collection will take place during the season of love; warm, wet, beautiful and continuously growing.
So then, raise your glass with me...of lemonade spiked with a sunny breeze...and toast to summer; that eternally temporary state of comfort we all desperately crave while we're wearing long johns under 5 layers of flannel and plugging in our cars so they start the next day.
Love and summer go hand in hand, and they are both in the here and now, so enjoy!
The Heart of Summer
A summer symphony of sweet sounds
dull wind chimes
a distant rumble of engines
carried on warm, frenzied breezes.
My heart has momentarily shed its burden
as the sun warms the dark places.
I stand with my face toward the skies
and my heart facing you.