Summer arrives with her hair down
ready to dance the last thoughts
of spring to the edge of the sky.
Bold in her longest day she struts
in bright orange, sun swell yellow,
and electric blue to summon
worshipers to her throne of light.
In the whisper between dreamer and epiphany
she pours dandelion tea on lips to urge
words to follow their wild path of freedom.
When the sundial turns toward shadows
Summer sings her fire into moon as twilight
empties sunset’s wine glass, and gifts
the final hours to lovers feeding wishes to hungry stars.
©Susie Clevenger 2019