You put your hand in the dirt and laughed
that was your joke about the spring
how nothing ever grew in the first few weeks of March
in the summer
when my back was tanned in criss-cross patterns
from working underneath the trellis in the garden
you called me sun-kissed and moved your hand
through each individual ridge on my spine
when you wore what we would come to call
your autumn’s veil of red eyes and yellow skin
I would lean over and tell you all about cinnamon and
you smiled and I could see how your lips wanted to bleed
but where they cracked and cut it was white
like winter snow.
People in this part of the world tend to think of summer as the "free and easy" season, thanks to the amenable weather and memories of childhood summers off. But in all honestly, how often have you over-scheduled and overextended yourself, racing to make the most of summer fun, only to find yourself exhausted and wondering when you’ll get to slow down and enjoy the season?