Tuesday, June 20, 2017

In Celebration of Summer.

from this morning's (almost dark) early morning walk
While I Am Writing a Poem to Celebrate Summer, the Meadowlark Begins to Sing 
Sixty-seven years, oh Lord, to look at the clouds,
the trees in deep, moist summer,  
daisies and morning glories
opening every morning 
their small, ecstatic faces -
Or maybe I should just say 
how I wish I had a voice
like the meadowlark's,  
sweet, clear, and reliably
slurring all day long  
from the fencepost, or the long grass
where it lives  
in a tiny but adequate grass hut
beside the mullein and the everlasting,  
the faint-pink roses
that have never been improved, but come to bud  
then open like little soft sighs
under the meadowlark's whistle, its breath-praise,

its thrill-song, its anthem, its thanks, its
alleluia. Alleluia, oh Lord.

~Mary Oliver
Hope your longest day of the year is a good one!

8 comments:

  1. Perfect for the summer solstice!

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  2. Beautiful! Thank you. Happy Solstice!

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  3. Beautiful poem and beautiful daisies to accompany it! I love the lines about faint-pink roses that have never been improved then open like little soft sighs. I have a rose bush like that, and am so glad you shared Mary Oliver's perfect description. Thank you!

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  4. Lovely...and was I ever surprised to learn that for us here in EDT,the solstice isn't until tomorrow!

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  5. So lovely! Happy solstice. XO

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  6. Sixty-seven years! My age. Thank you for posting this perfect poem for the first day of summer.

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  7. What lovely pictures those words paint!

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