Not Yet Cold

[Lykren]

But the sun is hot like fire
transcending itself. Summer
says not to be cautious,
to play within the web of heat
encasing us as love immures
lovers.

And the sea standing nearby
accepts the invitation with
revels of diaphanous waves
that beat against the earth
as though it were a drum,
trembling, trembling and loosening
themselves into gaudy foam
and seaweed scattered upon
the heated sand.

The cadence of the season
seasons the inner life of
dark pitch and rarefied light.
No other time owns such
curdled joy to bask in, memory
triumphing over reality, reality
reaching against the wind,
a childhood burn,
the sudden sweetness.

[prendrelemick]

Good imagery here, I like the "revels" of the waves especially.

[Lykren]

Thank you Mick!