Summer

Summer

The Rev. Dr. Hilary Oxford Smith

12 December 2017

Scarlet, indigo and azure
matā tūhua veined with gold
and lapis lazuli
fireflies of silver.

Textured tapestry
ocean breeze
soft petals
caressing skin
nestled in warm grass
blush of pomegranates.

Breath of ancient trees
rush of many wings
symphony of cicadas
in the afternoon.

Honey from manuka flowers
devotion of bees
sweet wine
rosemary
in the drowsy air.

Salt on lips
kisses
strawberries
passionfruit.

Flamenco dance of cinnabar moths
sacred fleeting butterflies.

Sitting by the fire
memory re-members
summers past
expectant with possibility
assisting God in a miracle.

©Hilary Oxford Smith

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible Summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back. - Albert Camus

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