Why do they care for summer? Cicadas sing to bats who shriek, Searching for their meal this evening And they’ll find just what they seek A meal’s a bounty in Summer’s set The sun’s not set and will rise early Though Night complains you’re tired…

Northern Solstice Virginia Carraway Stark Crisply glistening under the starlight Although it was solstice Skin was white as apple flesh Naked after shedding her night colored cloak She shivered under the northern lights The longest day meant something here Already the sun was edging its…