Solstice paints the world in sharp acrylics.
Not for her soft watercolors’ edge,
But bright, like sudden call of chipmunk lover
To come and fumble furry lovers’ pledge.
We think cold Winter holds her breath, then sleeps long,
While underground whole cities we can’t see
Are mixing colors, sharpening their eyes for
This splash of art in June given for free.
No blending subtle silvers or snow’s whites now,
Or feathered edging of fall’s deepening browns,
Nor even deep-sea flow of leafy rivers –
No – Solstice colors light a brighter town.
Don’t miss it! Stay outside until last light goes
Let sight compound the best cures for sad heart’s woes.