I can't believe we're nearly halfway through the year. I'm not a huge fan of summer (too hot, too sunny for my vampiric ways) but I concede that there are definitely things to love about the approaching season.
I am sharing a poem I recently discovered, originally posted on Tumblr by someone called adam that made its rounds elsewhere on the internet:
In an effort to make my website more accessible, I will be including image descriptions from now on. I've been meaning to do this for a while and haven't, and I apologize to any readers who missed out on some past content here:
Image description: poem written in red, all lowercase letters. Times New Roman font. The text of the poem is written out below:
i almost cry at the sweetness
of june. woken early by my own
heart unfurling in loving roots &
now i find myself firmly planted on
top of the hill. these flowers
like paintbrushes, dipped red
as the feeling of a sob, but only for
the magic of breathing.
this month is my only sweetheart. a list of all the warmest things:
desert peach, grapefruit juice,
light on the windowsill, the itch
of tall grass, the itch of loving,
the itch of summer up on its tiptoes
& peering over the fence,
a little love-struck.