In Mid-Summer

The spring flirtation is gone by, 

In the mid-summer cosmoses dance

In the bright sun after downpour,

Alliums fade, Day lilies count days

Before the school starts.

Between yesterday and tomorrow

Today finds its way to move forward,

In spite of the weight                                           

Of shadowy yesterday—

Scars marked with weal, 

And nostalgic comfort of blinding

Hopes of tomorrow.

Does the mid-summer dream

Of the late summer or fall and beyond?

Intoxicated bees buzz over beebalms,

It’s the mid-summer,

And love struck.


Year of the Rat