July Full Moon Sonnet

July Full Moon Sonnet

Sing, Lady Moon, of soil turned to dust,
and St. John’s Wort flowered and harvested.
Black raspberry bushes produce their best;
Trout and small-mouth bass are daily tested.
Tall grasses put on khaki over green;
tanager and barn swallow go hunting.
Garden stands leafy with squash, corn and bean;
woods hear calls from vireo and bunting.
Yet summer thunder wracks storm-shredded sky.
Larval pods cling to leaves of witch hazel,
and mourning dove heaves her slow, plaintive cry.
Chickadee ponders summer’s great puzzle:
All victory now belongs to Lord Sun
yet harvest waits till his decline’s begun.

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12 comments

  1. Thanks.

    My birthday party went very well. We had about 25 people here, more or less, and a drum circle in my front yard. My friend JM spun fire on the lawn for us, and juggled with fire for about 15 minutes. My mom made a notebook of programs from my plays, singing engagements and performances I’d been in over the last thirty years; another friend gave me a Barnes & Noble gift card; F&T gave me a calligraphy set; someone else gave me a dream catcher; J & D gave me an interdenominational stole of purple; and my fridge is stuffed — stuffed I tell you — with food.

    It was pretty darn amazing, even if I hardly sat still all night.

    • Thanks.

      My birthday party went very well. We had about 25 people here, more or less, and a drum circle in my front yard. My friend JM spun fire on the lawn for us, and juggled with fire for about 15 minutes. My mom made a notebook of programs from my plays, singing engagements and performances I’d been in over the last thirty years; another friend gave me a Barnes & Noble gift card; F&T gave me a calligraphy set; someone else gave me a dream catcher; J & D gave me an interdenominational stole of purple; and my fridge is stuffed — stuffed I tell you — with food.

      It was pretty darn amazing, even if I hardly sat still all night.

    • Re: St. John’s

      Wort. You’re right. I spell checked this poem half a dozen times. But not well enough, apparently.

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