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SOLSTICE
 

Through a tangle of tomatoes and overgrown arugula
rising lightning bugs stir memory of gathering their glow
in Mason jars that brightened the way to sleep.

 

In the near distance, yellow cannas catch light
from house windows, illuminate their space
beside the neighbor's fence for a minute more.

 

Beyond, in pools of darkness, walnut trees stand watch
as dew falls and bats swoop. Sturdy are the trunks
lining the road that rounds the corner to the world beyond.

 

I lean my head on the chair back and study the sky,
now heatless and gray above a myriad of maple leaves,
ponder the rain that never came. 

 

 

Sherry Poff enjoyed an idyllic childhood in the hills of West Virginia. She now lives and writes in and around Chattanooga, Tennessee. Sherry is a member of the Chattanooga Writers' Guild. Her stories and poems have appeared in various on-line and print publications including   Foliate Oak, Liquid Imagination, and the Chicken Soup for the Soul series.