Approaching Solstice

In walks around the country
my heart reaches out in faith
and stands alone corrected
a conscientious wraith

I plant the heavy flowers
and the vegetables that weigh
deep in my thoughts and feelings
I till the soil halfway

I go to church all somber
all on a sunny day
in my penitential colors
I kneel down low to pray

Next season will be better
I tell myself in fear
Perhaps I’ll be removed
from this orbiting sphere

The green has turned to blue
summer’s light will carry well
holding justice in a balance
I’ll sip tea and sit a spell

©June 2014. P. Johnson