A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
| Summer sings a bewitching tune about the joyful month of June for couple on their honeymoon in Montego Bay. The rhythm of the rain will affect the way the newlyweds connect, as they will frequently reflect in years to come. While Summer croons her serenade with sunrise orange marmalade, the children sell their lemonade to folks with angry thirst. She sets spectacular buffet with red strawberries on display and oysters from Chesapeake Bay, whatever you prefer. Mosquitoes, hornets, ants, and flies in humid air bring some surprise, while solar radiation fries those who venture out. My picture window reverie will capture all there is to see when deer and geese come visit me, while I stay cool inside. Somebody made Summer upset, so she vowed to make them regret. For spite, the worst you can get would be a hurricane. Notes on the Ovi form of poetry ▶︎ |