Just a Summer's Day

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Palolo Valley

Just musing on the summer beauty. . .

Today I brought a poem to share

with you

as I wander in a realm of sensation.

My brain works - not - right,

let's call it grief.

Flooded by memories

and the present seems like a dream. . .

Wisteria Woman
by Lisa Shields

Violet lavender drug

slipping beneath my skin,

shucking off the stale air

of too long shut in,

too long shut away

whispering to me

to breathe deep and be.

The clothes fall away

till I stand like mother Eve

two bites before the apple.

Lips blush to rose,

and the tongue tastes

of sweet tart pomegranate,

while a wisp of wind

carries hair to frame my face.

All I have been is pollen dusted,

oh the wisteria sweet

kissing deep,

till I feel the promise of fertile,

drooping fat on a vine

petals that promise nothing,

but hint at all.

A month from honeysuckle still to come,

but I can taste the nights,

raise my eyes to the mantle of sky,

suddenly clad in the skin

of every moonlit woman,

and beckoning with my being

for you to dance beneath

the far flung sky

in the arms of a Wisteria Woman

©2007, Lisa Shields

Lisa Shields resides in New Jersey.