Here we are at the longest day, the shortest night, the time of fire and of rampant growth.
Where do you find your fire?
This is the pollywog season, when the water creatures grow legs and arms and begin their movement onto the earth.
What is the force that spurs you toward action and change and transformation, that enables you to become a creature of more than one element?
May this cycle be fruitful for you.
May the sun bring you the transformation and direction you seek.
May you green, may you grapple and grasp, may you grow.
I did not post a poem yesterday–my pint-sized party planner was up early and demanding help with the Father’s Day preparations. Here, for yesterday and this morning, both, is a Cinquain. a syllable-count poem of five lines: 2/4/6/8/2, and a rhyme scheme of ababb, abaab, or abccb. I chose the third rhyme pattern.
We grow. We move.
We struggle to transform.
We walk together through the storm.
1. That moon, right?
2. Here comes the sun
3. Gina Sue’s red Russian kale. How that will nourish me this week!
4. A little morning solitude.
5. Now the summer really begins.
May we find our fire. May we walk in Beauty!