Poems by Patricia Cisco

As she tip-toes cross the sea,
she slips in so subtly.

Sharing her charms upon the earth,
kissing nature with rebirth.

She is fair and whimsical;
somewhat lackadaisical.

She lives her life in a childish way,
never planning day to day.

Spreading her wings of soft warm winds,
this is how her journey begins.

She likes to make her presence known,
with lavender scents that's all her own,

she travels with the Monarch king,
on her finger like an elegant ring.

Tucked inside her sachet purse
are fireflies she will disperse,

A lilac bouquet full of honey suckle rose,
cascades down her arm to the tip of her toes.

Dressed in golden rays of light,
her mantle laced in blue and white,

her lush trail of emerald green,
her ruffled hem of florals seen,
from coast to coast and in between.

In her glory she holds her torch high,
warming the waters and lighting the sky.

Suddenly she begins to cry,
she even has to wonder why.

Temperamental she can be,
her thunderous voice and raging sea.

Though she calms down quite beautifully,
ribbons of rainbows she paints in the sky,
as she continues to pass on by.

She's as wild as the waves in the ocean,
as gentle as her sweet southern breeze,

she tends to all the nectar,
that flows within the trees.

She rests by where the willows weep,
and roams through fields of amber wheat.

She hides in forests dark and deep,
and climbs up to the mountain peak,

then soars to valleys down below,
there she watches orchards grow.

When evening comes, she wanders off into the starlit skies,
and gazes at the heavens with her sapphire eyes.

She dreams of dawns tomorrow,
when her ventures begin anew,
waking all the earth by sprinkling morning dew.

She is so very fickle,
she will not stay too long,

never wears her welcome out,
where she can not belong.

Soon there will come a day,
we will feel her presence gone,

she has crossed the vast horizon,
where she must triumph on.

She's known by many names throughout the land and sea,
but we just call her Summer; she lives eternally!

Suffering up close is so different from afar,
it's the supreme test in life,
to show what strengths there are.

Will I have the strength,
to watch the pain I do not bare,
and help another through her cross
which she does not want to share.

Can I help her make it through the night,
until the dawn appears,
and will I be able to comfort her and wipe away her fears?

Yes, suffering up close is so different from afar,
You know when you've been through it,
when your heart wears sorrow's scar.