Summer Posies

Contributed by Yvonne Moss

May flowers grow to summer posies.

Activated by the light and warmth from the boreal sun.

June’s rain quenches the thirst of the tundra and flowers flourish.

I drive by and see them.

There were other days such as this,

A long-ago time, the sun shown, the soil powder dry,

And fields seared brown from the heat — Kansas.

I remember, dry, dry dry, dry!

I also remember sunflowers,

Yellow and black.

Yellower than the bees’ striped bodies

Who swarmed and buzzed in a euphoric harmony.

The harvest crew, sweating in the parched fields, finishing one

Then, moving onto the next.

From farm to farm they go, til the harvest is complete

And the light of day is extinguished.

During an Alaska summer, the sun seems immortal, lingering light.

When will it set? It does give us rosy posies.

I paint with colors, emulating them, with watery hues on my paper,

Many bountiful blooms.

I sit in choice of shade, instead of sun.

I enjoy my chair and imagine music,

To the dancing shadows,

And, I watch the day go by.