Summer’s Siren Song
makes me long for warmth
dream of hot sunshine
on my bare arms and remember
the relief of leaf-cast shade
and lakewater teasing my ankles.
I ignore new snow’s crystal shine,
impromptu snowsculpture crafting,
rollercoastering down icy slopes
and the solace of twinkling lights
after dark along my street.
Perhaps a siren’s lure
isn’t a wind-heard song
at all but a belief
that somewhen else
is more fun than now.
Copyright 2018 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Happy Poetry Friday and thanks to Jan Godown Annino at BookSeedStudio for hosting. I was think about sirens, winter discontent and my longing for summer. I found this photo I took in September. My thoughts coalesced after I read Siren Song by Margaret Atwood, excerpted here: