summer blues and her birthday

I made lunch today and was feeling alien.
What’s the point of summer here?
The bunnies are grown, the herbs are wilted,
And I think my future can smell my fear.

These overcast mornings aren’t made for weekdays.
The sun is a pale balloon
Hiding behind the curtain 
Of another stormy afternoon.

If it shines today, can I leave this room?

These days are long and the roads are hot.
My mind is wandering;
Too tepid–
Too tender for thought.

Becoming nocturnal may be nice,
But what makes me think twice
Are the songs of cicadas and bullfrogs
and the owls hunting their mice.

If it shines tomorrow, is that my prize?

There are no sages here,
But three-ringed choir singing their song–
I hold ever tighter the wire, taut
In my choice to prolong

This rolling front, does mine bemire.
And once final July comes
Will I sit, baking in the sun, until I expire?

Inspired by my evil twin. How intertwined yet distinct can two people be?

I am endlessly proud of the young woman I see before me, so strong, so resilient, and most importantly, so full of love.

Here’s to 25 wonderful years, and to however many more!