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Tag Archives: End of Summer
Slanting
Who knew, at the bend,a long slant sun would meet me, we’d eat a burst of tomatoes at night, already in shadow, a wall of sound, sonic cricketslike monks in saffron robes lined from here to the mountains,soft, soft their silken … Continue reading
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Tagged August, End of Summer, nature poetry, Ripeness, ripeness is all, Season change
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With barely a whisper, the cicadas
With barely a whisper the cicadasbid adieu and disappear last week, we were drowning in tomatoesfringing with scissors the basilstirred by their rising symphony like rowdy children they were heard but not seenthe electric body, the buzz on the ear’s horizon … Continue reading
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Tagged change of season, cicada, cricket, End of Summer, Nature, September Song
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The Insect Chorus
There are those who hate cicadas as they hate the summer sun. I myself love both. The haters hear cacaphony, noise, intrusion. They hear one solid tone – abrasive – not noticing how the insect chorus of crickets and cicada … Continue reading
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Tagged cicada, crickets, dystopia, End of Summer, insect song, late summer, Trump
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Continuum
“Some beetle trilling its midnight utterance.” Beetle song opens Denise Levertov’s “Continuum,” a poem of late-summer return. Returns can be precarious transitions…maybe you’re like me, having come back home with a certain euphoria, having recalibrated by quieting the melancholy news … Continue reading
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Tagged #September, back to school, Denise LEvertov, despair, End of Summer, poetry, transition
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Summer Bed
The pine prepares a beddropping its needles long and thinas angel’s hair and smooth, each connectedto a partner, toasted like hay or ochreanticipating our autumnal bed though now we lay head to headwatching the summer stars
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Tagged End of Summer, Mediterranean, Nature, parasol pine, Pine needles, South of France, Stargazing
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Flute Music of September
Flute Music of September Welcome back, self, after a most social August. My espadrilles are mercifully silent on the brick the soft rope and rubber sole help me hear the cleansing flute music of September. I’m eavesdropping on … Continue reading
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Tagged #September, End of Summer, Espadrilles, la Rentree, Personal Poetry, poetry, Self, Selving
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