The daylight is searing bright. The evenings are getting endless. There is no true night, only paler light. Soon dusk meets dawn in endless days. Only the sun and it’s rays. Morning, noon and midnight. Sleep is harder to come by in the endless light. The mind has trouble distinguishing day from night. Until the tired body wins the fight. And sleep comes with dreams of endless light.
As Midsummer nears
Heart and soul grows light restless
Sun energies flow
RedCat has contributed to The Poet’s Symphony (Raw Earth Ink, 2020), and Through The Looking Glass: Reflecting on Madness and Chaos Within (Indie Blu(e) Publishing, 2021).Her poetry spans love, life, folklore, mythology, environment, depression and surviving abuse and trauma. This fiery redhead makes her home in Stockholm, Sweden.redcat.wordpress.com