Edges of Summer

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Paint Mines Interpretive Park photo by Richard Fogg

Earth-colors drape
over edges of Summer,
hot as desert sands
rippling malt hues.
~ Jennifer Cahill

Through the long noon coo

Doves of the fir-wood walling high our red roof
Through the long noon coo, crooning through the coo.
Loose droop the leaves, and down the sleepy road-way
Sometimes pipes a chaffinch; loose droops the blue.
Cows flap a slow tail knee-deep in the river,
Breathless, given up to sun and gnat and fly.
Nowhere is she seen; and if I see her nowhere,
Lightning may come, straight rains and tiger sky.
~ George Meredith.

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Photo by Richard Fogg

The King of the night

So, when the night falls, and dogs do howl,
Sing, ho! for the reign of the Hornéd Owl!
We know not alway
Who are kings by day,
But the King of the night is the bold brown Owl!
~ Bryan Waller Procter.

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Photo by Richard Fogg

The Robin is the One

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Photo by Richard Fogg

The robin is the one
That interrupts the morn
With hurried, few, express reports
When March is scarcely on.

The robin is the one
That overflows the noon
With her cherubic quantity,
An April but begun.

The robin is the one
That speechless from her nest
Submits that home and certainty
And sanctity are best.

~ Emily Dickinson

With scented dew still wet

A single flow’r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet—
One perfect rose.
~ Dorothy Parker

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Photo by Richard Fogg

Wild Geese

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Photo by Richard Fogg

High through the drenched and hollow night their wings
Beat northward hard on winter’s trail. The sound
Of their confused and solemn voices, borne
Athwart the dark to their long arctic morn,
Comes with a sanction and an awe profound,
A boding of unknown, foreshadowed things.
~ Charles G. D. Roberts.

 

Come and marvel at the sunset!

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Photo by Richard Fogg

Come and marvel at the sunset!
Lo—a storm is brooding near,—
All the thirsty world imploring,
In a mood akin to fear.

Like a beaker in her fingers
Holds the world the valley high,
Mountain-lipped and cañon-hearted,
To the largess of the sky.
~ Ruby Archer.