Summer

There’s something mischievous

about summer. The way

It goes to our heads.

Upturns our routine.

Upends our days.

Sends us scampering  

to retrieve straw hats

that smell of Spain

and skirts that scatter

coconut in their train.

We stockpile factors

and balms and visors

and shades, as if

this reverse eclipse

will never end.

There’s something comforting

about its tail.

The fallen leaves, the night rain

The scarf to be donned

The head regained.

Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2018