Summer Solstice

Madronnas wave in the breeze

leaves and branches lofted like sail

in a fluid green lattice

flowing with sea force

wind and tide, sun and cloud,

half moon arcing across Mail Bay

the quiet tangible, visceral,

nurturing yet invisible

except fluttering leaves

and the deep well of solace

lifted from the ebb tide, stirring

into the raised arms of the world.


5 Responses to “Summer Solstice”

  1. Bill Dare says:

    A timely vision.

  2. Eilish says:

    I feel Waldron Island in your words.

  3. Sandy Jensen says:

    Fine job, especially on your opening, which really enters into that mood altered space one goes into when staring at moving water or moving leaves. I am not a big fan of the words “love” or “heart” in a poem, and I always try to get the reader there without saying so; however, you have a lovely dismount. Thank you for sharing this poem!

  4. Donna says:

    The deep and overarching peace of primeval birth

  5. Bill Dare says:

    Great rewrite. The fluidity mirrors the water.

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