A Poem to Help Remember Summer

Right now, Maine is cold and leafless and barren. For the last two days it’s rained and snowed and the fog has made this rambling old house on a hill into an island of warmth and family. I was browsing through old documents and found this poem I wrote celebrating the sun, and it made me smile. The form is called a pantoum, although it doesn’t follow all the rules. It was inspired by an Elizabeth Bishop poem, although I can’t seem to find which one.

    Sun Skin

It feels good to drink outside
In the sunshine while all our
Pretty girls seem somehow to
Be dancing while they smile wide.

In the sunshine while all our
Cold pale limbs turn deep berry
Be dancing while they smile wide
Muscles stretch, grow fluid, fast.

Cold Pale limbs turn deep berry
And sweat like honey on you.
Muscles stretch, grow fluid, fast,
Move in small moments of grace.

And sweat like honey on you
Breathless, thoughtless be our joy,
Move in small moments of grace
And the sun be in our skin.

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