FLAMBOYÁN TREE IN JULY
A Poem by Rosa Lía Gilbert
A neighborhood flamboyán
bursts in blooms dipped in crimson
during the summer months.
For it is this, the sun’s beloved season.
The time of year she dances
while the skirt of her radiant dress
shines light on all it touches.
Just to waltz past its hem
and the world comes alive.
This celestial body
hung in the heavens by God,
decreed ruler over the day,
now extends her arms,
hands, fingers of glistening rays
to stroke the flowers on this equatorial tree.
She sets petals ablaze––
golden orange and fiery red.
And the burning evergreen
blossoms, beaming with
beauty, for souls
roaming this terrestrial globe
on weary feet need
a beacon of hope during
spells of scorching heat.