The Shouting Sun

The spring downpour startles
the dogwood and camellia

and causes them to
scatter their brilliant blooms,

while the grass is acid
green and in desperate

need of cutting. I have
no motivation to move

as the pollen collects
in yellow drifts and clogs
my head and my thoughts.

I can’t wait for summer,
heat baking the yard
and crisping tender leaves,

sunshine raining down,
glorious in its ruin.

Oh how I love the shouting sun.



Debbie Collins is a Virginian, raised for the most part in Nottoway County, where her grandparents had farms.  She loves a dark Southern Gothic twist to poetry, although there is some happiness to be found. She writes to revisit her past while constantly tending the landmines that dot her present.

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