summer is a fertility goddess

she's lush and fruitful, voluptous like the plaster cast of Claire's friend Fiona, just before birthing. she's rich, and she's generous with her bounty, never stingy. summer dances languidly in the breeze, clothed in gossamer layers of every shade and nuance of green imagineable, and some that can't be imagined. she wears pearls of dew and diamonds of raindrops at her ears and throat. as she dances, flowers spring up wherever her feet touch the earth, and enfold her in their perfume.

she is always barefoot. her skin is brown. her eyes are dark and deep as new-turned earth.