Summer solstice 2019:
In the Valley
Mid-year, and in early hazy rain
at sun-standstill I’m thinking of
our longago wedding; am walking
today with the lost and the dead.
The year’s high summer turning.
Dog roses let loose their hearts.
By the brook, the pups leap bramble,
nettle; foxgloves are taller than my head.
I think that the trees don’t mind
dropping and losing their fruit;
I think the plants don’t care how
many petals and leaves they shed.
© Roselle Angwin
Solstice blessings to you all.
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