The summer sun
Summer comes warmly into our lives, a promise of autumn’s plenty. A surfeit of all our globe can give of daily joys expands in a benign inflation of lighted hours. Night herself calls us forth to wander under soothing breezes, zophtic zephyrs–and we walk into our dreams with ease. Constellations keep us company, just as, during the day, fleets of trees in full sail share their leafy magnificence with us–the fresh shade of dark branch and leaf, their chipper chatter following us as we wend our way.
FROM THE POEM "HEIGHT OF SUMMER" Here is the day, the bridal day undaunted; Here noon, at highest noon... hesitates... The height of summer, at its crest arrested, Held between warm hands to kiss-- The levitated real at pause in sun's perfection; Paused because we cannot see, cannot imagine Beyond such ripeness--