Find me loud.

I stay, blooming.

Daybreak came,
early and eagerly.
Songbirds sang,
waiting impatiently.

I longed
to meet you
on the longest day of the year.

So much for that wish.

So long, solstice.

I didn’t see you,
but I am still here.

Find me loud.
Find me with leaves and a breeze in my hair.
Find me tangoing in the rain.

Forego the bouquet,
for
I am
a flower.

I know
I’m not shame.

I am summer.

Photo by Renzo Alarco