Summer Poem by Daniel Brick

Summer smears its hot constitution
over every available landscape,
Nothing resists its searing imprint:
trees, dreams, polished gems, lakes,
the ravine in the south, a passing comet.
And the deepest impression overtakes
day and night, making the bright light and
the dark light both release revelations
that will inform the very notion of seasons.

It's early, my anxious friends. The stage is
still empty, and the best actors are still
learning their lines by heart. Fame means little
to them. They simply want to inhabit summer
with rest of us, stretching to their full height
in the blaze of noon, plunging into the cool
abandon of evening air. Remember! Moonlight
is as fair and transparent as sunlight...

Do not tremble. Keep body and soul receptive
to the gentlest breeze. Smile more frequently
Make room in the medicine cabinet for the Elixir
of Summer; divide the potion according people's
needs. Use morning light as your beacon of success.
Nestle into the dim glow of what is left of moonlight.
Say a prayer or two so that the sun will rise tomorrow
just as the prayers of the madonna with black tresses
released today's sun, which now fades into its eternity.