it is summer and i count back-
wards
the wintry clouds
a midnight blanket
i fluff & huff
darkness to fold away
shadows to box up
this rain is spring
in my measuring cup
i salt the soil with seeds
lightness to drink from
brightness to smudge with
this sun is mad ball
of fire
wrinking my skin to red
clay, muddy brown & yellowing
leaves
i marvel the sky
an umbrella of majestic russet shades
this sun wrapped hours, i savor
while drinking cool water
this summer is a jar
bathed in wilted lemon
flowers
i count back-
wards
Inspired by Ernest Hemingway's quote: It is very hard to write this way, beginning things backward…
–The Torrents of Spring (1926)
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