Solstice
How again today our patron star
whose ancient vista is the long viewturns its wide brightness now and here:
Below, we loll outdoors, sing & make fire.We build no henge
but after our swim, lingerby the pond. Dapples flicker
pine trunks by the water.Buzz & hum & wing & song combine.
Light builds a monument to its passing.Frogs content themselves in bullish chirps,
hoopskirt blossomson thimbleberries fall, peeper toads
hop, lazy—Apex. The throaty world sings ripen.
Our grove slips past the sun’s long kiss.We dress.
We head home in other starlight.Our earthly time is sweetening from this.
~ Tess Taylor ~
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