Lovers lay on green-yellow grass
With spindly arms and legs
Of pinks and browns, freckled and soft
Faces shielded by tender eyelids tilt towards the hot hot Sun
Fleshy lips part slightly to drink in heavy hot air
Nature is ablaze
Trees reach up and up with arms and hands
Flowers twist and curve
Stems presenting their brightest reds
To the watchful Sun
Squirrels and children search
In the cool shadows of patterns of leaves
Amongst the rustle of treetops
To find the prized acorn
The singing bird
While the gentle Sun indulges
Delaying her rest into a honey-filled sky.
— Angela Siew
A graduate of West Windsor-Plainsboro High School North, Siew has returned to the area after years spent in cities and abroad. She studied literary arts at Brown University and was a nominee for a Creative Writing Capstone Project. She is a teacher/tutor and enjoys learning languages, writing, and photography.
