Garrick Palmer - Summer
the kernel of an argument is in its design
and if the light in circuit beads through the gauze of fine leaves
then winter is not upon us
else if the lines are sharp
then potents of the cull are in the air
but not in your mind for a moment
were they every day a present ?
a gift upon which hapiness is always seen where other treasures are dark
and patent full of death and mull and myrtle ....
never was the gold of love in circles so designed
as it poured across the river and broached the dark hides
of livid anphibians and predatory dragon flies among the reeds a swizzling
for in its innundation the river tests upon the roots that bind
and the essence of the soil dissolves so does the day
in coils of cloud that lithe upon the sky are leaping
they ply as to the right
while in the woods askance and unseen in your image
hearts afire are among the dense musk of the forest bed in which they lie
so joy
joy upon the angler and his feast of summer
joy to the fish which range shy under overhanging limbs
joy is in the sky afire and further off the heavens glow
Garrick Palmer"
Summer appears courtesy of
Mike Burr" ,