Morning light breaks over the northernmost house on my block. My face bathes in it. I treasure it’s warmth for the time being.

Later on, the latest sunset of the year passes without my notice.

Solstice

passing without

comment

still, I smile, seeing

the Strawberry Moon

for Tanka Poets on Site: Gerry Muse #412. Prompt for 22nd June 2024 (occasional tanka prose) Solstice