Summer Poems

Thinking about hot summer nights and Luna Moths brought up the poems about summer.....sommolent, steamy, sensuous summer.  I am so sick of snow.

Luna

Pale and plump,
the woman with bright red hair
dances alone
 on the gazebo floor.

The sleeves
of her green chiffon dress
and her fiery hair
incandesce
beneath the fluorescent lights.

Click, click, her tiny feet,
her  silver heels sound
on the boards
as she sways in circles,
with the  insects whirling
in the flare of lights,
and a single trumpet
blaring.



Summer Light

Late afternoon
we stand by a window
and watch pale birds
descend to summer lawns.

I close the slats and turn
to see the bars of sun,
thin yellow slits
 across the curves
and hollows of your chest.

Centripetal,
the air spins round
a brown man scored
by fingernails of light.

Around, again,
the summer skin,
the lines, the light,
again. Again.

Jennifer M. Carrasco...1/6/08