Curious if other Cancers find they routinely have difficulty during Leo Season? I've been thinking about this poem I wrote in 2017 and how similarly I feel this year to the way I felt that year. Seems the trees were right about cyclical premonitions!
This sestina captures my yearly summer metamorphosis and stands as a reminder to love the strength of my loneliness, to profit from it, to see it as a necessary stage in my growth, and not to fall prey to Leo as it shines brightly on my insecurities and shames me for my solitude.
Lonely Summer Sestina
Summer starts with roses, red and yellow,
rhododendrons giving up to wilt,
tepid but growing exasperating heat,
loneliness that comes naturally from being alone,
muggy nights with vexed premonitions,
and wrenching grief below my sternum.
I caged love but it escaped under my sternum
and it was smoke that turned the moon yellow.
These mixed up premonitions;
dreaming of the peace of wilt
in lazy languid days with no one; alone
with the aching breaking heat.
But there those apple trees sing fruit in the heat.
I can feel the vibrations in my sternum
and can see I am not standing here alone.
I ask for strength from their settled souls with ribbons, yellow,
tied in their branches; together resisting wilt.
They tell me, to trust cyclical premonitions,
and not the dreams that masquerade as premonitions.
They say, loneliness is a cycle best in the heat;
let a breeze make you dance away the wilt
and let cool blue water break your sternum
find your heart and fill it with yellow;
soon you will forget to feel alone.
When you make fruit you will never be alone;
mountains and valleys are crossed for your premonitions.