Summer Song Poem by Caroline Misner

Summer comes waltzing in slick leafy shoes,
whirling her fragrant skirts about her knees.
The momentary goddess of all that’s green,
stitching a smile into her jaw, sighing
the sweet liquors from the portal of her mouth-song.

She peels herself open, bit by bit,
and the days fall away in fragments
to the jewelled night stars that glitter
her tresses in golden points of light.
The cloistered frogs croak the night’s summer song.