the.rites.of.summer

{s'mores were made for summer}

the rites of summer

find shelter in a sacred alcove of my heart

when the battering ram of winter comes to call

i will tuck them in, a bit mournfully however,

impatiently tending to them in their dormancy

with the fervent hope that they will someday

shed their embedded comfort

in favor of heeding the urgent summons

of a burgeoning Spring

xo,

{moi}