June Poetry: Strawberry Moon

 

Nancy Scott

“I Can’t Write Because”

 

It’s 90 degrees outside.

I need peanut butter ice cream.

I have to listen.

There could be a thunderstorm.

I require a right poem for the road into June.

How can this be almost half another year gone?

I must be outside at dusk.

Or maybe outside at sunrise.

I don’t yet have words for the taste of the strawberry moon.

 

Frank May

 

strawberry moons in my eyes
are welcome to join us on each side
of our lives to visit in my own mind please reach the minimum to me anytime ahead of you on the road
to the next event at the moment
on your end of my life is a lot more fun than expected for us to come to them but I would be happy to hear that I am still waiting for the most beautiful day of my other spaces are the same as possible so we have a nice one in a similar way home from the best of luck with your family as we speak to each of the world

 

Danielle Notaro

“This is Spring”

 

I rub my eyes, a rainbow leaps
across the screen of my lids.

Rain for days after the drought.
Rain in spite of dictators,

the future of green things

in process,tender, microscopic.

A bird’s trill,rings, nests

in mid-air,then drifts.

Breathy bits

of weed,worm,oxygen.

All this beyond the conquerors

reach&vision.

Under the Strawberry   Moon

they grow&sing.

 

Anne Achako

“STRAWBERRY MOON”

 

I watched the sky bruise pink again,

as if it, too, remembered me.

the moon low, round, and silent

hung like a question that I couldn’t

still answer.

 

we called it strawberry,

but there was no sweetness left.

just that slow, red ache

of things ripening too late or never.

 

I once said “some things shine better in goodbye.”

I meant the moon.

I hope I meant you.

 

JUSTARIP PRESS

 

James DePietro

 

This project is supported in part with funding from the Hotel Tax grant programs through Northampton County’s Department of Community & Economic Development and a Crayola Community Grant.