A Poem and a PSL

Cicada Sunset

I am here.

I am sitting in the presence of the sun.

The sky's the sea and the sea’s the sky.

The burnished gold poking holes in the clouds

Making a pattern of lace.

Soft peach and pink are laid over the surface of the sky,

A calm riot of color covering the earth in beauty.

I am here.

I am sitting underneath my favorite time,

My favorite place.

And the cicadas sing.

And the bees buzz in the pasture.

And Severus rubs his face in my arm.

The sky changes continually, even under my gaze.

Edges of the clouds wear silken robes of yellow,

Sweeping over the sea in chuckles.

Even beige peeks over the trees before it slips beyond

The horizon lines.

Finally, the sky smudges and blurs into the color which has no name;

The sun is gone but the color remains.

Severus is here with me, licking his paws.

And the cicadas sing in the trees,

And the bees buzz in the pasture ‘neath the Lacy Anne’s,

And I am content.

Linda Peachey, 2021

(The mosquitoes are here too.)

That was written a while ago.

I bought a psl on Friday. I’m surprised I even entered Starbies, being a professed hater of that certain coffee chain. But I was in there and I decided to get in touch with the white girl part of my soul. And I say, as long as I didn’t revert to my coffee snob part, the psl was just fine. The white girl in me loved it. She never gets any attention.

I’m so excited that fall is here. Comment if ya’ll are excited as well.