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| This is an unedited image, from our amazing Arizona evening skies, thanks to Summer Monsoons. |
Drifting mind and dark aesthetics
Cozy browns and golden hues
Misty fog and trailing raindrops
The rasp of fingertips on aged paper
Tucked into the folds of an adventurous novel
The academic finds her soul in the depths of a darkened bookstore
Summertime Lessons
Heavy weight of heat and bogs
My soul does not delight in the bright
It longs for the dark, the cool, the hidden
To be amongst the stars and dirt
Summertime is not my favorite
But in this season I lean into the cave
I embrace the wild monsoon when she comes
The wind greets me like an old friend
Grandmother Elm weaves and dances her song
There is beauty, and my soul is thankful
For deep within the bright golds and yellows
I find my browns and rusts.
Even this season brings gifts and messages
I can finally see
drawing into myself
During the Summertime
Is okay
The sun heals, even through time and space
Through the heat, I cut ties
What isn’t meant to be will not
And letting go is also okay
Summertime is to let go
The Darker half of the year is
Where my soul longs and lives
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