Solstice, the summertime fairy
wakes upon a golden crest
her skin warm honey, eyes ablaze
with embers that glow from the west
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She steps through valleys baked in light
California poppies flood the steep
her voice the surf on coastal rocks
that rouses summer from its sleep
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She wears a dress of sun and sand
and paints the hills with trees for shade
her hands lift in the open skies
so, summers glare won't quickly fade
🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️
She spins across the coastal fog
and burns away the morning chill
her footprints leave a trail of heat
that lingers on the quiet hill
🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️
She shakes out stars from twilight skies
and hangs the moon like a lemon slice
she fills the long and hazy nights
with ocean air and summer spice
🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️
Though delicate spring blooms once stood
now vibrant poppies crown the glade
as Solstice weaves her endless light
and drapes the world in lemonade
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Sara Wilson
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