Watermelon Days
A poem of longing for summertime
Melon. Sweet-crunchy summertime-savoring delight, bursting with nectar.
Melting-crisp bites of refreshing pink secrets enveloped in forest-green rind recall verdant play on sunny days and memories of simpler times:
The crunch of black seeds as popsicles melt and sprinklers flow drenching your skin and rinsing the sticky juices from your lips,
and the sweet musk of july earth after a summer rain as dark clouds melt away into dripping rainbows of hope.
