Midsummer 2012

Midsummer

We celebrated midsummer.

Now It’s over.

We ate herrings, mackerel, dill, potatoes,

Grilled tomatoes, chicken, rice;

Cheese, grapes: weariless our appetites;

Strawberries, cream, cake & coffee.

Drinking red and elderberry,

And we toasted

Summer’s solstice.

We played boule, guitar and sang;

Discoursed till evening.

Anecdotes run into sand.

Now it’s over.

Nice if we could stop the day,

The shortened time betraying us.

Gratifying if we could detain the light

Night through, the winter through.

True to form,

The turning point has come,

And joy and cheer become a matter of interpretation.

How to hold on

To and keep them? You

Know cheer’s not in the solstice or

The party, for

They both are over

And it is no longer midsummer.

Midsummer 6.22.2012

Circling Round Nature; Birth, Death /& In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

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