Because It Was Summer

 

Christine Lowther photo

The poems didnt get written

because it was summer,

and the beach beckoned,

the waves singing their siren song.

The poems didnt get written

because I sat out front in the sun,

sipping coffee, chatting with neighbours

and counting clouds,

because I spent a week at the farm,

communing with flowers

and horses and dogs.

The poems didnt get written

because my daughter was in crisis,

and I needed to be near the phone

till she got back on her feet;

...because my soul was weary

and it needed rest, to carry

the weight of the wildfires burning,

the floods and hurricanes happening

everywhere, the holding in my heart

of all that suffering, and I had to

stand on guard for Mother Earth.

Now it is autumn. The rains

are finally here, blessing the parched earth,

and winter is on its way.

The poems will get written now.

Day Two of Wild Writing with Laurie Wagner.