Waiting for Solstice

Rising from the Heat 

And desperate for those skies

That bring the solstice

I make to make welcome 

Beloved friends. 

Sister, 

I just saw her, in mist 

Diaphanous

Lavender and blue

Miasma in the library

As I breathe in a cooling

Air, but still, 

Only if I’m

Still, symphony with 

Bullfrogs and I can see 

The Dipper  

From the patio. 

Years ago I saw her and told you about 

Her, you said, 

Diaphanous and

Blue, and I believe that’s when you 

Put up the mezuzah; it’s 

Come down but tucked into

This place

With her.  

And then 

My sister, you blessed all the

Doorways. 

In the time of Suffer