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  • Do you hear the siren call of summer?
    Do not strap yourself to the mast, wax in your ears;
    Instead, dive head first into the waters.
    You will not drown,
    You will be born up by the waves of luxurious daylight
    And the mermaids of Midsummer will comb your hair.

    Lay upon the sun-warmed earth
    Arms outstretched.
    Weave flowers in your hair,
    Eat berries, drink mead
    Wander in the warm summer nights
    While fireflies light your path.

    For this is the briefest of seasons;
    Here and gone again
    Like a thunderstorm.
    The warm smell of earth
    Carried away on the tempestuous wind.

    Do not turn away,
    Do not hide beneath the sheltering trees
    Fearful of the lightning.
    Stand in the meadow
    And feel the warm rain on your upturned face.

    Our lives are as the grass of the summer meadow;
    Grow tall,
    Salute Apollo while you may,
    And dance to the sound of thunder.

    Brigit June, 2012
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