Thistles at Midsummer

a poem of summer solstice

swallowtail on thistle

Somewhere beyond the many seas, the sun
Was ring of fire round a mighty moon;
But here the bright midsummer’s just begun.
The sun shone simply amid skies of June;
The blue skies played at tag with thunderheads
Until the blue won out; meantime the brash
Refulgent pink of thistles held their heads
Aloft on stalks as tall as I, to stash
The pantries of the goldfinch and supply
A sip to…



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