Farewell, My Summer



Halsema Highway, Cordillera



May is about to end.
Summer will soon leave,
bringing with her the heat that wilted flowers;
that torched the earth to a brown crunchy toast;

She takes with her the heat that, at its most extreme,
incites love, tender and innocent,
into passion, foolish and blind.

Like a spent lover, Summer surrenders to the rain,

gently nursing back to life the dry, brown earth.
As her intensity weakens,
colors burst from the shadows,
painting a horizon of deeper shade.

The ground, once barren,
becomes a provocative bed.
Sheets of carnations, lavenders, daffodils,
spread over a carpet of emerald.
Green pennants slowly shoot off from branches, mending banners long withered from the heat, shredded by the wind.
Shriveled flowers snap out of  nostalgic inertia,  like long lost lovers again in each others arms.
 

 

 

As rains flood and smother the earth, 

streams turn into rivers of tears.

Passion loses its lust;
driven underground. 

Buried, love's embers stay alive, waiting for the rains to pass.

Praying, once heaven's last tear is shed, 
it again blooms into passion, crimson and pure
as the first solitary rose a lover offers to his muse.