Midsummer is coming again
Yet here I am still
Sitting in her chair
At the top of Summer’s hill
Sitting in her chair,
Writing my fiction still
Bleeding poetry onto paper
Showing the fruits of my labor
Sitting in her chair, creating
Baking, shaping, ever making
Crafting, gluing, journals sowing
Forever I shall keep on going
Yes here I sit in Midsummer’s chair
Here in her chair still
Writing on this blog
From up top of Summer’s hill.