Morning Triku #153 ~ Solstice Surmises

Go Time

The longest day’s here.
The sun’s warm and the night short.
Cold hearts have no place.


A Bushel of Pecks

Chemistry is the
solution to inertness
and explosiveness.


Fanatical & Finesse

Zealotry only
require zealots but not zeal


Shooting Blinks

Suns fade quicker when back’s turned.
Dawns risen tastier yearned.
The shade’s darker beneath the tree.
Yet it is we who choose to be, there and then.
Forever then never ends, only now, not if or when.
Blinks miss winks, parch quenched, only now to see.
Suns fade brighter when dawn’s earned, risen and turned.