Solstice
How again today
our patron star
whose ancient
vista is the long view
turns its wide
brightness now and here:
Below, we loll
outdoors, sing & make fire.
We build no henge
but after our
swim, linger
by 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
blossoms
on 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.
by Tess Taylor
courtesy poets.org
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