POETRY
Dear Summer…
Wish you were here
Shivering, I close my eyes and strain to remember.
Blazing hot tractor beams, pulling me toward you. Drawing my face, my chest, my thighs Heavenward.
My skin deliciously on fire. My bones baking like a rack of ribs.
Holding fast, I chose to remain with my earthly tribe.
Come back, savage sun, And I’ll go with you.
Willingly.
© Tina L. Smith, 2021
Written in response to an invitation by Michael Burg, MD, and a Letter to Summer poetry prompt. I invite Galit Birk, PhD, Aimée Gramblin, Sydney Duke Richey, and Tracy Luk to join the fun if you like. See Michael’s take:
You’re invited to read another poem by the author about the sun:






