Summertime (poem)
Summer is here!
How could I tell?
The blazing wild sun, in full glory,
scorching and melting everyone,
the strays panting,
the birds waging quiet wars against the heat.
It stands above me.
I pray
Could this wild sun show me mercy?
Doesn't my sweat-drenched hair soften it a bit?
Somehow, I decided to leave my hair open,
letting this wild sun paint it brown.
At least it gave me a blessing
these tangled branches begin to glow.
Donne wasn't wrong when he spoke of you as “unruly.”
But you aren't wrong either to shine so fiercely.
It's your job
Perhaps you are only grieving
Unable to see the moon for a long, long time.
So you burn brightly,
making humans beg for mercy from your dazzling rage.
And You say,
“I shine bright only for them,
But suffer my curse
because of you,
I cannot see my lover.”
P.S. I hope you enjoy this short poem about summertime. ☀️
How does summertime make you feel?
With love,
Dua
xoxo
Such a beautiful poem and a beautiful writer! Your hair is so pretty! 💕
Dua, this feels rich with imagination and tenderness. Turning summer into something almost relational, fierce, unruly, grieving, and still luminous, gives the poem a beautiful emotional depth beyond weather alone. I especially appreciated the line about the tangled branches beginning to glow, because it feels like heat becoming transformation rather than only discomfort. Thank you for sharing something that holds intensity, beauty, and quiet wonder so thoughtfully.