Summer Storms
Thunder clouds and lightning bugs fill the summer night.
The deep twilight smells of roses and rain.
It lingers like a melancholy lover on the threshold of night,
reluctant to depart,
unable to speak its true desire.
The air drapes across my shoulders, soft and warm .
The deep twilight smells of roses and rain.
It lingers like a melancholy lover on the threshold of night,
reluctant to depart,
unable to speak its true desire.
The air drapes across my shoulders, soft and warm .
Everything feels thick and slow
like the muffled drumming from heaven
punctuated by the fireflies’ messages, chartreuse script across the lawn.
like the muffled drumming from heaven
punctuated by the fireflies’ messages, chartreuse script across the lawn.
Fireflies hold nothing back,
They shout their desire to the summer nights
give it all for love and die with no regrets.
give it all for love and die with no regrets.
Me, I just rumble like this thunder, keeping my distance
hot air rushing back and forth, accomplishing little.
hot air rushing back and forth, accomplishing little.
I wait for the storm to break, suspended in time,
between flash and roll,
between thick and bright,
between storm and stars.
between flash and roll,
between thick and bright,
between storm and stars.
.
A rising breeze twines my nightgown around my legs
and the leaves show their pale bellies
as a breath of cool suggests it’s finally going to rain.
The fireflies still text frantically, ignoring the storm’s last call.
Maybe I should go inside now and call you.
Perhaps I will just stand at the back door
and flash the porch light your way.
A rising breeze twines my nightgown around my legs
and the leaves show their pale bellies
as a breath of cool suggests it’s finally going to rain.
The fireflies still text frantically, ignoring the storm’s last call.
Maybe I should go inside now and call you.
Perhaps I will just stand at the back door
and flash the porch light your way.
Tracy Meisky is a poet, writer, singer, songwriter and all-around boat rocker from way back. Feel free to look around, but if you break it, you bought it.