Sketch In Summer Poem by Leslie Philibert
Sketch In Summer
The moon does what moons tend to do
and graces the windfall night.
Earthground sing as a virgin,
high meadows will not be flooded
the amber of trees not frozen.
Barley resting, the sun unseen and cold
a summer lake dark tin
night birds constant.
Autumn leaves are not ready to rain.
We must travel again, but for now
all is as it should be.
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