Hummingbird wings
trill in the warm sun
as winter past
fades in memory.
The green world rises
and on this summer morn
like eagle with his early catch
I breakfast with the gods.
Reading of “Summer Morn” with music by Morten Lauridsen
Hummingbird wings
trill in the warm sun
as winter past
fades in memory.
The green world rises
and on this summer morn
like eagle with his early catch
I breakfast with the gods.
Reading of “Summer Morn” with music by Morten Lauridsen
Don, breakfast with the gods? Jay S., Mike M. and Kevin D. are with you today? Say hello.
Yes, Don…me, too!
Don — Short & Sweet today. And Perfect! Plus, Morten Laudidsen choral music too! Even more Perfecter!
Tom Figel — it was so nice of Don to say Hello from you when Jay S. & Kevin D. had breakfast with him this Summer Morn.
Breakfast with the Gods on a warm Summer’s morn:
As if handed sweet Manna from Heaven’s Providence —
Here, in this unfaded moment of sublime exaltation,
I richly partake.
Joy unspeakable! Thank you, dear Don!
Sweet, summery joy. I love how your poems often include a surprising twist. I wasn’t expecting mention of breakfast:)
I think Tom F. is a little hungover. It happens frequently in L.A. The poem is solid, like lyrics to a favorite song. The mention of breakfast makes me hungry though.
I sense a glorious moment, serene and breath-taking. I feel you drinking in the early morning with all your senses as you enjoy your breakfast!