Saturday after the Summer Solstice


I understand what Ralph Emerson meant
When he talked about the gods and giving
All to love. Such an invitation is not
For the faint of heart, the weak, the feeble.
It’s much safer to stick with the familiar,
The known knowns, the easy catch,
The safe bet – heed the parlor’d whisper
That always tells you to count your blessings.

Thanks for your note. My epic sonnet crown
Unfortunately fell short, not because
The deed was not done, but because there is
So much unfinished work. And I am not
Helping much by sitting at home writing
Poems about it. The days are longer
Than before. For that we have much praise
And thanks to give and share, and songs to sing.


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