Poetry by Christiana Doucette
Citrus Summer
Mountains of meringue pillow toasted peaks excitement wiggles in each busy foot. Grandma cuts a slice for each. Lemon curd, yellow as the summer sun beating down on the back deck, but cool as a shady breeze teases our tongues with tangy sweet. We shovel forkfuls wash it down with iced tea and turn for more But Grandpa’s beat us back, stealing the tip of every last peak
Christiana Doucette spends mornings in her garden weeding because just like poetry, flowers grow best with space to breathe. She has judged poetry for San Diego Writer’s Festival for the past three years. Her poetry has appeared in anthologies, been set to music by opera composers, and performed on NPR. You can look for more poetry from her soon in Boats Against the Current and The Creekside Magazine.