Summer

May 2, 2016

 

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On winged feet, aflurry,

summer comes.

Elements of clarion water, sultry breeze and flaring sun see play,

a hop-scotch amidst the dotted meadow.

Time for fire-flies to waltz in golden glint,

for lilies to raise triumphant heads.

Hear ye, starling and black-bird,

bellows sweet aria.

Hear, owl and night jar,

chant hallowed Compline.

See fire glint in the falcon’s eye,

bounce on the back of a wildcat

Behold a cadre of bats aflutter,

insects ahum, like manifold lyres

and will-o-whisps a saunter.

In summer’s fire,

thunder cries out,

rain plays a staccato fugue,

the very air crackles with worn time.

Watch, feel, the trees alimber,

their wild dance, exultant shower of seed.

Breathe the night-blooming jasmine,

as it utters melismatic,

summer’s timeless tune.

Summer Fair

April 4, 2016

 

 

On July 1st, I wore my first festival dress.

In snowy lace folded between shards of rose and ice,

like spring breaking free from winter.

My gloves, newly-riven snow or perhaps dove’s wings,

gilded with silver morning

dewy in youth and recklessness,

soon to be torn or ruined.

My shoes, black hooves, like a kid jumping on rocks

a green stream underneath.

My cloak, a cold phoenix, burning with ice,

aflame with the chill of expectant love.

Inlaid, gold lining, a tracery of heaven,

flitting like pollen or moth’s feet,

the handiwork of too much time.

I am a lily, new with moss,

queening her silver, gold and opal,

aflame and ashen, ancient and new

O whom do we owe,

a theme timeless as beauty itself.

 

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