a poem from my zine: brambles and ambles. an ode to my sentiments of the months june and july in '23
in Summer’s heat of mid june hour
air rings sharp and trill and clear
a resting bird under dew dropped flower
through crickets’ calling we persevere
a moment’s glance through long strewn Grass
light falls soft, diffused through clouds
it dapples the sun rays in bronze and brass
falling slow till the darkness enshrouds
midsummer’s stars that speckle the sky
pale besides the blush of the Moon
in split second glances time seemed to fly
like the flight of a mayfly in june
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