- Jeanine McNulty
Sweet Summer Solitude
The piercing golden fringe rises above the gently rolling hills.
Ruby red sun-kissed cheeks,
soles stained with rich muddy soil.
Blisters hardened at the fingertips like paper mache,
memories of the enchanting garden that once was weeds.
Perched on a stump at the very top,
the sun fades into the city,
leaving fiery red and purple rays
to bounce through windows of an empty room.