Summer Bound
I lie with Summer's King,
open arms embracing mellow air
to tickle senses of the skin
take today's long shadows,
push them short with sweeter breezes
until they herald dawn's brimming birdsong.
unbraid my lover's tresses,
all that is tangled, green, and growing
and spread it as a mantle over fertile earth
nestle close, and closer
until Summer's breath, and breadth,
and I are one in sun's surrendered youth.
© Patricia Crane 2002
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