The moon returns

heralding the end of the Alaskan summer, where summers have no real sounds, except for cars on the highway, planes in the air, magpies screeching in the trees.

Summers so different from my childhood, where the moon made no difference.

In my summers, cicadas were thrumming loudly, June bug skins on screen doors to be picked off.

The smell of tar, sticking to your bare feet with gravel crunching under bike tire wheels, the taste of  wet foods, none to cook.

Legs burning on car seats, breathing labored with hot, wet air reverberating with the fierce heat lightning, one thousand one, one thousand two…

But the moon always came with a promise of reprieve.

This moon, like a street light, where my streetlights were barrels.

Rusted with flames licking out around the edges as our summers burned away in our yards.

And the harvest moon overshadowing the end of those summers.

moon from rooftop garden

August 25th, 2010

Published in: on August 27, 2010 at 7:01 am  Comments (8)  
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  1. Very enjoyable thoughts and photos … the long summer nights there have fascinated me.

    • I am always surprised by them, yet don’t give them much thought until, one day, they seem to be gone again.

  2. A wonderful poem. Beautiful.

  3. This was stirring and vivid. Thank you for sharing it.

  4. very beautiful poem!
    Thanks for sharing!

  5. see you next time!

  6. Those images were just so beautiful and loved your craft of words, perfect for Potluck. Thanks so much for linking xx

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