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.
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.
Beautiful…how was your birthday party?
Beautiful…how was your birthday party?
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.
You’re welcome!
St. John’s
Wort?
St. John’s
Wort?
Re: St. John’s
Wort. You’re right. I spell checked this poem half a dozen times. But not well enough, apparently.
thanks!
Hail to Lord Sun!
thanks!
Hail to Lord Sun!
You’re welcome!