Summer Moves On (an ovillejo)
Black-eyed Susan puts on a show,
summers go –
cicadas sing season’s song,
time moves on.
Corn grows sturdy and so tall,
soon comes fall.
Languid days that to us call,
August hours that give great joy,
but these moments are quite coy –
summers go, time moves on, soon comes fall.
The ovillejo, which means ” tight little ball of twine”, is an old Spanish poetry form. I learned the form from Rhina Espaillat.