nearing Summer
#coast #firefly #Nature #night #rhodeisland #seaside #summer #Venus #wonder
Those many, sung and unsung, who gave themselves, often gave up their lives, to fight, in wars,
Sunny jaunts, now-and-again treats, with cousins, siblings; and parents along but somehow invisible.
The keys to the house, or car. The address of a restaurant. The grocery list. The name of a tree or bird or passing acquaintance.
The Maine woods. The coastal woods. Where coming into Spring he resides, is at home. Where he keeps a fire burning
It was a wet signature. Full of emotion. Full of eroticism. Still wet, with sweat
At precisely 9.25. When the moon, the first and most abundant one of the new year,
The only thing warm tonight in the deep winter sky ~ and soon to occlude. The Wolf Moon, Ice Moon, Old Moon.
Circa ‘50s Wichita. Your mother, Gladys, going for her blue rinse,
Land dwellers. Sea rovers. Tillers. Spelunkers. Before you ask the questions many ask; have asked since man
Be still now with the Earth. Still with the Sun, the Land, Sea
The limpa from Scandinavia. The ciabatta, and the michetta from Italia, also known as Rosetta. The mantou from China.
Once cloud-high mountains, shaped and worn from hundreds of millions of rainfalls, windfalls, frosts. Rounded now
Back in time, a romantic era of English Time, they used to send a son or daughter off
Yes. And the rivers. The wind and the rain. The wildflowers. The marshes
If he could see you now. Really see you. Take you entirely in. As you are now, in these days, places