High Summer

July 19 2012

Light lingers

in the doldrums of summer,

acutely aware

the countdown’s begun.

Two short months, this far north

and it’s dwindling to nearly done.

But for now

it’s long days

and easy living.

And like all things precious, and rare

we savour it

try to stretch.

So as the sun sets

we lie together

feeling free.

Exposed flesh, a blush of sweat

making heat.

I think today

is high summer.

Spent

in perfect weather, indolent leisure,

our best intentions

left unmet.

More than enough

to make the season,

grateful

for a single plangent day.

Now, fall can come

we will not complain.

Except, of course, we will.

All winter

wishing it would end,

embellishing summer

with endless sun.

With an abundance of light

consuming heat.

The timeless idle

of exhausted desire,

delightfully weak.

If our worth is judged

by industriousness

we don’t amount to much.

Yet I feel like a million bucks,

the two of us

looking up

as the sun majestically dips.

Thoroughly spent.

Obscenely rich.