first full days
the day
twenty-four
and slightly less the light
from
day before
new season in transition
to the next
already
as our placement of the calendar
has set
and should we move
the season’s
markings as was done
still is
else-where
or when
so that midsummer
say
is the middle of the summer
and
so around
coda
the wars
certainly are
the vastly greater issue
with
especially cessation
come to mind
and
maybe
to the table
and there’s the warming of the Earth
that’s down to us
regardless
how we count
better to have seasons
in
whatever way
that are
redemptive by our ownership
cooler
how about all and
everyone
by our strategies
and practices
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from the solstice
photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash
simply setting the scene
midsummer introit
a month from now
I guess
is
summer
or midsummer
by tradition
and assemblies
in the evening
with the fireflies
attending
and
berries
also in their time
afterward
for nourishment
‘til autumn
with better-known
celebrations
then
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photo by Padre_moovi on Unsplash
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3 poems for summer solstice
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Merry July
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Solstice
It’s summer now
Summer weather smacks us
Here
Temps aiming for 90
I guess in Australia
New Zealand
New Guinea
Little America
Winter is begun
Throw logs on the fire
Sing winter carols
Withholding Christmas and
The other holidays
‘Til the start of summer
In December
Christmas in July
A custom mostly mercantile
In the north
Could be the real thing
With trees and
Were it high enough
Some snow
Ornaments and lights
Certainly
Merry Christmas in
Alice Springs
Wellington
Tierre del Fuego
On the Falklands
At the southern pole
Santa’s summer home
Like winter
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Intentions
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God, what shall I
Say to you?
I worship you
In contemporary ways
I’m sorry for sins
You have seen in me
And known for centuries
I thank you for your presence
Having made all good things
And the ways to deal
With the bad
I ask of you
To welcome home
Those who die
And heal those who live
Cure cancer
End war
Well, I can ask
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Siblinghood
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It’s like science fiction
Slipping out of time
Our of normalcy
Eating meals on time
Cleaning on a schedule
Ingrained expectations
Instinctive, conditioned
Responses
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To fall outside of these
To live with fewer clothes
To hope for decent meals
In penury,
To dream of trips
But only travel like Thoreau
Walking to and from
The town
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Everything else happens
On the inside
How sad this is
At least how strange
But there’s a purpose
Those who fall outside
Will look back
And when not wistful
Will prophecy
In art
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Saint John’s (Midsummer) Fire at Dragør Beach (Denmark)
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Solstice Properties
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Stonehenge is a solstice
Property,
As is Newgrange,
Machu Pichu,
And anywhere there is
A sacred pointer for
The movement
Of the sun
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Earth will now start
To tip the other way,
Technically; we enter
The winter-half
Of the year
While officially (as we are
official to ourselves),
Summertime has only
Begun
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I guess I’ve
Thought about this
Quandary for a while
And wondered about
Other people’s
Calendars—after all,
Shouldn’t this be the
Halfway point of
Summer? And do we not
In certain ways and places
Call these days
Midsummer? The mix
Of math and culture in me
Doesn’t understand
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But it’s official,
And I hope this is a
Pleasant season for you;
We certainly need one
And the next season
Could be pleasant,
Too, for all our weariness,
For those who have
Persevered
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