I’ve been working lately on a collection of poems united by themes of the natural world, the seasons, and clothing or textiles. Yep, clothes. Just a thing I’m playing with.
Since summer has arrived in Maine all in a rush (time to get the flannel sheets off the bed, I guess), I’m sharing one of my summer poems.
Small World
What does a worm wear?
miles of earth
deep dark tunnels
cool soft spaces
What does a firefly wear?
dim purple twilight
an endless hush
between dawn and dusk
What does a mosquito wear?
the sharpest sword
What does a cricket wear?
music
What does a honeybee wear?
heavy golden dusk
slow summer days
sweetness