NEARING SUMMER SOLSTICE
Fallen azalea blossoms give way to roses Upright , tender and urgent: in dazzling ornament they sway, content.
There is a birthing of new trees.
The land expands in summer rain and sun Intricate shadows grace the woodland path Light is early and long.
I watch The heron's morning predatory walk At the water's edge, note the dip and catch. This bird, they say, Aligns the fishes tail to tail Making a sun wheel- I praise my fellow denizen of this universe so alien yet so close And ask, who, under the sun, am I?
© Asphodel P. Long 2002
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