Yep..according to Nature itself, it's Summer.
Lately, my life has become gypsy-like..I recently moved to a temporary location and will yet have to move again very soon. I'm going through old things that need to get saved or ditched and came across an old disk with this poem on it dated 2002. I was feeling very Mysts of Avalon back then...
The Change
Under the silvery light of an ever present yet ever changing moon
a girl child walks the path to find the missing pieces of herself
She needs protection from the sharp daggers that threaten to cut her down
A rose trapped growing under thorns
subjecting herself to the flood of pain flowing from the veins
of those who claim to love her
Believing that to truly love someone
is to drown under the weight of neglect,irresponsibility and disrespect
To subdue her spirit when others refuse to raise their own
As she grows and feels the hot rush of womanhood
she tests her power and plays the game
avenging her anger by coyly flirting with cruelty
vainly flaunting her flesh to any who dare to touch
Her emotional barometer ascending and crashing
with every game she plays
every man she fucks
every woman she jealously suspects
An endless cycle of clinging and fleeing
grabbing and pushing loving and hating needing and wanting
Yet one day under that same opal moon
she cracks through the paper thin worn skin and expands,
giving birth to a life a life of ideas and old fears stillborn
a quiet life, a still life, a clear life
one that no longer craves attention and validation to exist
rather a life that feeds life
an umbilical cord that never severs
connecting her to those long gone
and those yet to arrive
She reaches the crossroads when she realizes
she can no longer expose herself
to meaningless pleasures of the moment
to the reckless abandon of the lovelorn
to the frivolous shiny fads
She understands the potent juices
she so carelessly poured into any cup held out to her
must be retained and transformed
into a river that carries the raft she built
with her own courage toward the horizon of wisdom
It is on that river alone
with only the Great Pearl above her head
that she finds salvation
She knows without knowing
that from birth, in life, to death her survival lies in surrender to herself
Where once long ago those predators that threatened to bury her
under their will in the dark alleys of her heart
now cower under a firm, steady, steel gaze
and buckle and strain against gravity and time
Where she once sought one to kiss away her tears
soak up her pain mold her in his hands and save her from herself
now seeks only solitude and peace to console herself
beacause after all
The pain she claims is hers carries seeds of joy
when the tears flow the venom is purged and the river reaches the sea
She no longer needs someone to keep her from drowning under the waves
she wants one who will ride them with her
under the eternal knowing shining smile of Mother Moon