Heat meets me as I open the front door,step out into the glaring sunlight. Summer.
It's arrived, make no mistake, but it's too
early, unofficial, trailer to a movie we
all plan to watch. Odd. The season's clearly
here, like heat and passion, love between two
lovers but they're not considered married
til a certain day, when paperwork is signed
and stamped and filed. Summer's passion has
indeed pushed milder spring back into fading
memories of cooler evenings, yet the solstice
waits another week or more, the wedding night
when sun embraces earth more tightly than
at any other time, when pagans dance round
bonfires to keep the dreaded dragons far away,
and on the beaches here, where dragons aren't
believed, we dance because we like to.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014
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